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Pretty Normal (MF, sm, bond)
By Fonzie NIXPIX Author - 1990
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I suppose the best way to describe Mike is to say he's fair but
firm. Most of the time our sex life is pretty tame. We experiment a
lot with lovemaking in various places and various ways, and we both
love it. But sometimes I'm just feeling bitchy or frisky and I try
to make demands. When I get into these moods, my lover has to take
control and put me in my place. Of course, I know where these
demands lead me; right into tight ropes and pain!
It had been a wonderful day at the office. I'd finally finished a
project I'd been working on for the last month or so, and for the
first time I felt like I could really conquer the world. Normally
Mike and I spend our night's together doing lots of home
improvement on the place we'd just bought. But this was Wednesday,
the day of Mike's "night out with the boys" card game. Nothing so
exciting as poker or anything, but these guys could sure get worked
up over a game of Bridge!
Seeing that I was going to leave work early, I telephoned Mike at
his office and promised I'd make dinner so he wouldn't have to grab
a quickie at the local McDeath's. On the way home, a really wicked
thought occurred to me. I was feeling really good and I wanted to
celebrate finishing my project. I figured to hell with his bridge
game, tonight we would do things my way. With the benefit of
hindsight it was a great idea, but next time I'll ask what he feels
like doing before I go changing any plans!
When I got home I forgot about making dinner and instead called our
favorite local restaurant to make a reservation. I was just drying
off from a shower when I heard the garage door close after Mike's
car pulled in. Quickly throwing on a nightgown and slippers, I
bounced downstairs hoping for the beginning of a fantastic night.
Wrong! It seemed today was as bad for him as it was good for me.
When I got a perfunctory kiss at the door, I realized my plans for
the night didn't match what Mike had in mind.
He was a little early and asked if we could just unwind a bit and
chat while we ate. Tonight was a Bridge tournament and he wanted to
be sure to get there on time. I guess I was being pretty bitchy
when I told him there was no dinner ready and I wanted to go out
tonight! He immediately caught my mood and decided tonight wasn't
the night to play around with my whims.
Grabbing me by the wrist he yanked off my nightgown and pulled me
into the garage. I'd been there before. We'd sunk some heavy-duty
eyebolts into the four corners and center of the garage door. I'd
already had some wonderful whippings while tied spread-eagled to
the four bolts. This time however, Mike wasn't fooling around for
fun. He was pissed and wanted to let me know it.
Grabbing some rope from the top shelf he spread my arms and tied my
right arm to the top left bolt. He was using many more turns of
rope than he normally did but I didn't find out why until later.
After my right arm was secure he proceeded to do the same with my
left, fastening it to the other side of the door. I was stretched
pretty tightly and complained about it... well whined about it is
probably more appropriate. Mike had heard enough and told me that
he wanted silence until told otherwise. I closed my mouth pretty
quickly because Mike has come up with some awful punishments and I
didn't want to provoke him into making things worse that they
already were.
Meanwhile, Mike was working on my legs, one to each side, and again
used lots of rope. But this time he didn't stop with the ankles. He
wound the ropes up around each leg to my knees and tied the two
ends together. My legs were held very tightly and I struggled but
couldn't pull very far away from the door.
Mike told me that I had one punishment coming already and that if I
didn't stand still I'd get another. Standing there spread out,
unable to move with my chest sticking out demanding attention, I
figured that now wasn't the time for bravado.
Mike went off into the house, closing the door behind him. I
couldn't see what he was doing, but judging from the sounds from
the house, I guessed he was whipping up some dinner for himself.
After awhile I began to realize my situation. I was tied tightly,
arms spread as far as I could stretch, my legs and knees were
pinioned tightly to the door and to top it all off, I hadn't eaten
anything all day. The only consolation was that I'd found a way to
get Mike to stay home for the evening!
Mike came back after a few minutes with a sandwich and looked at me
from the door. Walking over he started rubbing my breasts with his
free hand. My nipples enlarged under his hand and I strained my
body towards him in the hope that he'd stop eating the sandwich and
starting eating something else. His hand moved down my body and
found it's way into the folds of my pussy. I was already so excited
that just the light touch of his hand was almost enough to send me
over the brink, but Mike knew my body completely and always stopped
before I'd reached a climax. I squirmed towards him as far as I
could, but he wasn't in the mood to cooperate.
Finished with his sandwich, he continued a job I thought was
already done. He took some thick leather straps we bought for our
bondage play and fastened one to the bolt behind my back. The other
went over the tops of my breasts under my armpits, forcing my tits
to bulge a little under the strap. Mike tightened the straps and
when he was done I couldn't pull my chest or hips away from the
door at all. I was readying myself for the whipping I was sure was
going to follow when Mike went back into the house again and
returned a moment later with his coat.
He reached down and took the slippers from my feet saying "Good
night honey, I'll see you when I get back from Bridge."
"What!" I said, "You're actually going! What are you going to do,
just leave me here?" He just looked at me and then I realized he
was only joking. After all, the car was here inside the garage with
me!
"Sorry love, I can't miss the game, and in case you didn't realize
it, you just broke silence."
Ignoring my protestations he told me that I wouldn't have to worry
about speaking out of turn again and proceeded to gag me with a
black leather pad gag we bought. As he strapped the leather band
tightly onto my head and tied it to one of the hinges, he casually
mentioned that he had figured out a way to take the car from the
garage despite my bound body. I looked up in fear as he walked to
the door and looked at me with an odd smile on his face.
Well, nobody ever accused Mike of being dumb! He first turned off
the garage light, and then to my horror, he flipped the switch on
the automatic garage door opener! For a moment my bonds loosened as
the door made the ninety-degree turn at the ceiling but they were
immediately tighter than before and I found myself hanging from the
door, face down into the room! Mike had planned it perfectly; my
head, arms and neck were all supported by the many turns of rope he
had tied tightly around my limbs, while the bulk of my weight was
supported by the heavy leather straps around my middle and chest.
He was pleased with the view! Walking under me he fingered me a
little more, and then gave each of my hanging tits a good hard
smack. I was hurting a little, but with the gag held deep in my
mouth by the strap and the weight of my head I couldn't utter a
word. Mike explained to me that the gag was merely because I had
broken silence; my real punishment was still to come! He pointed
out how unnecessary the slippers were in my current predicament and
gave each of my bare soles a slap to drive home the point.
Climbing onto the hood of the car, he proceeded to give my left
nipple a good licking. It quickly became erect with to the
combination of his talented tongue and hands. Reaching into his
pocket he pulled out something and held it up to my eyes. I quickly
recognized one of the clips, which we use with a weight to hold
down tablecloths when picnicking outdoors. He had removed the
weight and replaced it with a long string. He showed me that the
end of the string was fastened to one of those five-ounce lead
weights used by fishermen to weight down their lines.
What could I do! I was helpless as he caressed my left breast and
clipped the plastic devil into my helpless nip. The little moans
and squirming brought on by the sudden pain failed to extract any
sympathy from Mike as he performed the same operation on my right
nipple. I was already having a hard time dealing with the pain when
I realized that he hadn't let the weights down yet!
He gently placed the weights onto the front hood of the car and
after tugging on the strings a little to test that the clips were
firmly planted he gave me a kiss goodbye. Climbing into the car he
called out that he hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when he pulled
out and the weights fell to the floor. He said that he'd be back in
a few hours and that he'd be sure to back out quickly so that the
weights would swing like a pendulum for a while. "Thanks" I thought
to myself, "What a guy!" As promised, he started the engine, hit
reverse and was gone.
I could barely stand the burning in my breasts when the weights
reached the end of the strings and yanked at my already pained
tits. As promised, the weights swung back and forth close to the
floor of the garage. The pain was incredible and as the weights
swung I could see my distended nipples swaying underneath my body.
It's a terrible thing to have to watch, feel, and be unable to
control. My only hope was that they would stop swinging soon and
that the pain would settle down to a sharp ache instead of the
agony I now felt.
Other than coping with the pain, I didn't really have much to worry
about, Mike had thought carefully about this one! The weather was
warm enough so I wasn't going to freeze, and our house is in the
country with the garage facing a hill so I didn't have to worry
about casual passerbies. He had turned off the garage light so I
wasn't going to be mothed to death, and the swinging weights had
left me something to think about. Pretty considerate all in all.
There where a few things I was thinking about however. It was still
early in the evening and the neighbor's children were playing in
the neighborhood. I could hear them running around and could only
hope they wouldn't come through our backyard and wonder why the
garage door was open.
Between the fear of being discovered, the pain from my aching
breasts, and the strain of hanging from my limbs and middle, I was
having a hard time at the beginning. But, as the night wore onwards
and the local kids went home, I began to look forward to my
tormentor's return. He's always nice to me after a severe
punishment and I began to get excited as the minutes crawled by. As
near as I could guess several hours had gone by and I was wet with
the anticipation of the good, hard fucking I would get when Mike
came home.
There was one thing Mike hadn't anticipated and I let out an
involuntary moan of horror when I saw him come into the garage. It
was Balzac, the neighbor's friendly, playful kitten! I jumped a bit
from the surprise of seeing something come into the garage, and the
kitten's attention was immediately drawn to the weights hanging
down in the center of the room. Praying that I could scare him
away, I began to make as much noise and squirm around as much as I
could. Not only did this fail to scare the creature, but he
immediately ran to the swinging weights and reached out a tentative
paw.
Well, kittens will be playful and in front of my terrified eyes
Balzac took his paw and batted one of the weight as hard as he
could! The pain was awful and after hours of a dull pain, the sharp
feeling it evoked only served to remind me of how utterly helpless
I really was. This small playful kitten had the power to cause me
enormous amounts of pain and there wasn't a damn thing I could do
about it. As the weights went swinging back and forth Balzac
continued playing with more and more excitement. The ultimate hurt
came when one of the strings caught in his claws and his entire
weight came down on my right nipple. The plastic clamp was no match
for this kind of strain and it pulled off my tit, pinching the
nipple. I screamed as loud as I could but the gag was tight and
nothing but a low moan came out. The tears were streaming from my
eyes as I saw Balzac run out of the garage to be replaced by the
twin headlights of Mike's car.
Mike had seen Balzac run from the building and was laughing as he
drove under me, into the garage. He jumped from the car carrying
the door remote control in his hand and without saying a word
climbed up and rubbed the tortured breast. He carefully removed the
other nipple clamp and I winced at the sudden pain. He asked me if
I was ready to come down yet and when I almost banged my head
nodding yes, he hit the remote control button and down I came.
After my tits had recovered a bit due to Mike's kind ministrations,
I was ready for a little post-punishment carnality.
Still helpless against the door, I watched as Mike peeled out of
his clothes and came towards me. No casual fingering as he had done
before! Now Mike used both hands and his tongue as he raised my
already excited body to the fever pitch. With the gag still deep in
my mouth, I communicated my needs by thrusting my hips towards him
as far as my bonds would allow. This time he didn't deny me and
with one thrust he sheathed his cock deep inside me and started
fucking hard. I had orgasmed once and was well on my way to the
next climax when all of a sudden Mike simply stopped thrusting.
Tied as I was there wasn't much in the way of humping I was able to
do, I moaned my desperation out loud in the hope that my lover
would take mercy on me. Mike reached back and took the garage door
remote from the hood of the car and hit the button. I began to move
upwards, still bound tightly to the door. I whimpered as I wondered
what further tortures he had in mind, when he hit the button again
and the door started back down. He held absolutely still as he
punched the automatic control again and again and used the door to
fuck me.
It gave the kind of long, slow, deep strokes that Mike knows I
love, and after a few trips up and down I came as hard as I cam
ever remember. Mike was right there with me and afterwards as I was
hanging, exhausted, he reached behind me and undid the gag. After a
few kisses and my promise to be a bit more careful about changing
his plans for him, Mike started undoing the bonds, which had held
me so firmly.
Placing third in the tournament had put Mike in a great mood and he
picked me up and carried me to the bedroom where we cuddled, shared
Hagen Daz for my dinner and continued with a night of gentle
lovemaking. Like I said, for the most part our sex life is pretty
"normal", I wouldn't trade these nights for anything.