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Archive-name: Bondage/weekend.txt

Archive-author: Bill

Archive-title: Weekend, The





   There's this tall brunette at work, let's call her Erica, who I've grown to

know quite well.  Let's just say that even though I try to help all those who

ask for help, she's thought that I was kind of special in that way.  Since her

first day at work I helped her adjust to our environment and feel more

comfortable.  Eventually people could see us taking lunch breaks together.

Nothing much happened beyond that, however, as I'm already happily married to my

lovely wife, who for this story I'll call Lola.

   As it happened one day during lunch, Erica, who is usually fairly stoic about

her emotions, broke down and started telling me about her breakup with the guy

she was seeing for the past year.  For the next half hour, her frustrations and

depression and anger became more and more evident.  When lunch hour was up, she

asked me "can you spend some time with me after work?  I really don't want to be

alone right now."

   Well, after listening to such an outpouring of emotion, it was kind of hard

for me to keep my mind on my work and not to think about and sympathize with

Erica's problems.  So finally, after work, I drove her home.  She was noticably

silent through the whole ride.  She asked me in, and I accepted, though saying

that I could only stay a few minutes.  Once inside, she hugged me, clung to me.

In a friendly sort of way I returned the hug.  I assumed she just wanted

someone's shoulder to cry on.  As her lips slowly drifted towards mine, though,

I gently pushed her away, saying sorry and reminding her that I was married.

She then told me "but I love you..."  Thoughts started rushing through my head,

was she saying this only because of her recent trauma?  is she mistaking

gratitude and intimacy for love? I couldn't say.  I decided to try to scare her

away.  I told her "I love my wife very much, and I can't bring myself to having

an affair behind her back.  But perhaps if you'd like to join us..."

   Well, she did stop and look at me strangely, but then that look melted back

into that look of longing and infatuation, as she bowed her head and said "yes,

whatever would make you happy."  This answer caught me unexpectedly.  I tried

again to scare her away by warning her "You might not like what we do. I like to

tie up and 'do S&M' to my Lola.  I enjoy abusing and hurting helpless victims.

You can still back away now, I'm giving you this chance... unless you wouldn't

mind being tied up and having intense pain inflicted on you."  Again that look

of disbelief flashed across her face.  In her typically stoic reaction, she

looked down, and after another moment of silence she said "I didn't know you

were the type."  "We all have thoughts locked within us that would shame hell,"

I told her, "and I can't change who I am."  She admitted to me that she's never

been, well, tied up before, and that she was interested, "only because I trust

you so much."

   Exasperated, I rationalized it out to myself that I shouldn't feel guilty

then, that it wasn't like I was sneaking around or anything, so I gave in and

said "Fine, I will pick you up from work on friday, and you will not see the

outside world again until monday, when I drive you back to work.  While you are

in my house you may not disobey any of my orders.  That's the way I run my

household.  Understood?"  I guess it was as surprising for me to see her getting

excited about this as it was for her to find out a little about my private life,

but I could see her excitement was cheering her up.  "Since you've never done

this before, I'll go a bit easier on you."  I felt good for her, and strangely

happy about myself as we said "good-bye," "see you tomorrow at work," and

"thank-you for the ride."

   On my way back home, I was thinking how lucky things were turning out the way

they were.  As so happened, a couple of days ago Lola, who I guess was bottling

up a lot of emotion about Erica, exploded at me, accusing me of secretly loving

Erica over her.  This was surprising to me because I trusted her enough to tell

her about almost anything, including those things that may have seemed almost

questionable.  If anything I thought she would trust me back.  "Who, Bill (my

name in this story), sneaking around?," I hear her say in my mind, "Impossible!

He tells me >everything!<"  I guess I was wrong, and the shouting match

escalated and we began calling each other names.  Horrible names.  I finally

shouted that obviously, since we both had so much to hate about each other, we

should sit right down here at the table and write down everything about each

other that we hate.  She more than agreed, in fact stormed out and came back

with a stack of loose-leafs and a fist full of pens and yelled back "Alright,

start writing!"

   After about an hour of furiously writing, looking up to glare at each other,

then bending down again of more furious writing, she yelled out at me (a little

less energetically this time) "Finished?!?"  I looked at her and said "No!!" and

kept writing.  She snapped out "Slowpoke!" and bent down to write some more.  I

then snapped back "I'm finished.  Let's trade."

   The atmosphere totally changed in the next few seconds, as she looked at my

sheets and immediately flung them aside, then threw herself at me, trying to get

at her comments in my hands as I twisted as best I could away from her.  "No

fair!," she called out, "no fair! no fair!", for on the sheets I gave her, I

covered them with writing, repeating the words 'I LOVE YOU' over and over.

   After a few minutes we sat down on the couch and cuddled next to each other.

After what seemed like an hour later, she whispered out in a soft, almost teary

voice, "I love you, too."  A while later, she whispered "I'm sorry.  What you

just did just showed me how much you love me, and how I don't have to worry

about losing you after all.  Please give me back my comments!  You know I didn't

mean anything I wrote on them."

   I told her "I know you didn't mean anything, but the passion with which you

wrote them shows through.  I'm going to keep them as a token of your love."

Then, with a mock-stern face, I said "I'm afraid, though, that I'm going to have

to punish you next weekend for not trusting me before."  She looked up at me

with wide eyes, then put her head back down on my shoulder as I stroked her's.

We had great sex that night.

   That was monday, and the day I talked to Erica was a couple of days later.

Originally I thought that I was going to have a lot of fun thinking of things to

do with Lola, but now I had to get busy getting the dungeon ready for both Lola

and Erica.  This was an interesting time for me, for I was thinking of harsher-

than-usual things to do with Lola while at the same time thinking about how to

go about it easy with Erica.  Erica's situation was especially hard because,

though Lola and I started out gently with each other too, over the years we've

grown used to progressively higher and higher intensity.  Actually, what I told

Erica about me and Lola was only half-truths: I'm not always the dominant, we

often switch around.  I also don't enjoy punishing Lola per se, most of the joy

comes from the knowledge that Lola is enjoying what I do to her, and also the

knowledge that part of her joy comes from the fact that I am the one doing these

things and am happy as well.  It's a never-ending growing process.

   Usually Lola isn't this submissive, though.  The bondage games we play really

don't involve "tops" and "bottoms" per se, more like "equals, but trying to

double-cross and take advantage."  For instance, sometimes one of us

spontaneously playfully attacks the other and tries to tie that person down.  Of

course, it's not guaranteed that the initiator will win, we have an agreement

that whoever says the magic word is to give up until the other finishes tying

and says "You're free to struggle" (or something).  Physically we're pretty much

evenly matched, though I'm stronger, she's about a couple of inches taller than

me and knows how to use leverage.  We both also trained in the martial arts so

we can more or less control ourselves and have more fun at it, not to mention

being more flexible for the winner to tie and watch!  We break rules all the

time, though.  Like once I tied her in a hogtie, her legs tied at the knees and

ankles, her hands behind and against the small of her back, with about 2' of

rope running from her wrists to her ankles, and without saying she was free to

struggle, I proceeded to mercilessly tickle her.  (this is one of my GIF

pictures)  Of course she got me back the next week!

   Sometimes, though, I'd say "I have a surprise for you next week," and she'd

>know< I had bondage plans for her but would have to wait a week, excited, while

I kept the door to the basement locked to work on my plans.  Sometimes, though,

I'd kept the basement open, so that she could walk down at her leisure and not

know what all the stuff was for.  This would get her fertile imagination going,

which would keep her excited in a different way until the weekend (sometimes,

too, she'd make plans of her own how to turn the tables on me).  And then some

times we'd trick each other, but we'd never do the same thing twice.  The

variety is one of the reasons why I remain happily loyal to Lola!

   So today the friday came.  I guess Erica had some pretty bizzare (or maybe

pretty standard) ideas what S&M was all about, for she wore leather boots,

gloves, and jacket, fishnet stockings underneath a tight skirt, and a beige

sweater that was a bit tight.  A messy hairdo that vaguely resembled a heavy

metal star's... And the makeup, ugh, pretty thick!  I tried to aviod her all

day, it was very embarrassing to be even >seen< with her!  I guess I exagerated

a bit when I told her S&M, we're actually quite vanilla about bondage.  After a

long day at work, I told her I appreciated her trying to get into the mood for

the weekend, but the makeup would scare Lola, and to please go to the bathroom

to wash the stuff off.  I sensed a bit of hurt, but she complied.  Afterwards I

drove her back to my house.

   Before getting out of the car, I had Erica take off her jacket and turn so

that her back was towards me.  I then handcuffed her gloved hands behind her and

draped the jacket back on her shoulders.  Then I attached the keys to the

handcuffs to a 3' long string loop and loosely hung it around her neck.  I can

sense Erica stiffening with anticipation.  Then I lead her to the front door.  I

rang the doorbell, then unlocked the door.  The doorbell was to alert Lola I was

home.  As I came in, I saw Lola, totally nude, in the foyer kneeling, back on

her heels, knees wide, back slightly arched and hands behind her neck, elbows

wide.  I can tell she had been looking forward to this weekend, but I can also

tell she was surprised by the guest by her sudden change in facial expression as

she quickly sat back on her bottom and tried to cover herself as best she could

with her legs and arms.  I closed the door behind me and told her "Lola, this is

Erica.  Instead of having an affair with her, I have brought her home to be our

playmate.  She will share in and be a part of your punishment this weekend."

Lola's mouth stayed hung open in disbelief as I told Erica "Lola will get you

ready for me.  Do as she says."  Then I told Lola to stand up.  Grabbing her

hand with one hand, and Erica's handcuff key in the other, I brought them

together and said "prepare her.  I want you two waiting for me in the usual

position downstairs.  Leave her clothes with me."  We had a devil of a time

trying to get Erica's boots off (no shoes permitted in our house), then Lola led

Erica into the bathroom by the key necklace.

*                                   *                                   *

   The night begins.  My two lovely slaves-for-the-weekend, Erica the taller

brunette, and Lola the more petit blonde, await downstairs for me in the

basement.  I can see Lola has groomed Erica well, her hair is now nice, smooth,

silky and straight.  Erica has on nothing but a collar, about 4 inches in front

tapering to about 2.5 inches in back, to keep her head straight.  A small D-ring

protrudes from both the front and the back of the collar, for more flexibility

in securing her.  A ball-gag is secured to the back of the collar, and both are

locked together with a single small lock. Her arms are stretched above her

loosely by a set of handcuffs hanging from a ring from a chain from the ceiling

rafters. Lola is dressed similarly next to Erica.  She's done a fine job

preparing both of them for me.

   I take out this stout wooden 4X4 frame and lay it out in the middle of the

basement, underneath this pully I have hanging from the ceiling.  I have three

eye-bolts attached to the frame tonight, two on opposite ends of on side, and

one in the middle of the other side.

   I tie a 5' piece of rope around Erica's waist, knotting it in the back and

leaving about a 2' piece dangling down.  Then I take a 12' long piece of rope,

and release Erica's wrists from the handcuffs.  I use about 2' to re-tie her

wrists behind her securely, tying around both wrists as well as in between. The

rest of the rope I use to secure her upper arms to her thorax, both above and

below her breasts.  To both conserve rope and make the bonds a bit tighter, I

tie her upper arms in a position so that they're slightly behind her thorax. Her

arms, then, have this tendency to move outwards, which only serves to tighten

the rope.  Plus, aesthetically it also puts a slight arch on her back. She looks

beautiful from the front so far...

   I thread the end of the 2' dangling waist rope between her wrists, over her

wrist bonds, down below her crotch and tie tightly to her waist rope in front,

making sure the rope fits snuggly between the lips of her labia minora.  Now

every movement she makes with her hands produces changes on the pressure in her

crotch rope, which among other things slightly chafes along her sensitive lips

(and I see getting moist in the process!) and puts little rubbing motions on her

mons pubis, which contains her clitoris which by now has retracted a bit beneath

her folds of skin, indicating her extreme arousal by now.  The chest ropes do

two things: they decrease the freedom of movement of her arms, so even though

two of the four knots I tied on her are but inches from her hands, she has no

way of reaching them (to her frustration/happiness, especially while trying!),

and the chest ropes decreases her thorax flexiblity so she is forced to breathe

more using her abdominals. This is interesting for me to see, for as she gets

excited, she breathes faster and harder, and the abdominal breathing likewise

changes pressure on her crotch rope.

   Grabbing her by the chest ropes between her breasts with one hand, and taking

the pair of handcuffs with the other, I lead her to the spot on the floor

immediately adjacent to the wooden frame, near the single eye-bolt.  I lay her

on her back, with her neck just over the iron ring.  I secure her neck there

with the handcuff by threading one end of the handcuff through the ring and

hooking onto the D-ring in back of her collar. To secure her more to my

satisfaction, I take a few more short lengths of rope and, one by one, bend her

knees and tie her ankles to her upper thighs. Now, the only movements permitted

by her legs serve only to rub her labia against her crotch rope.

   I grab a 20' rope and turn my attentions to Lola.  Yes, she was the 'bad'

girl this week, so I must punish her a bit more severely.  I unlock her from her

handcuffs overhead, and cross her wrists behind her so that they both turn away

from her, and tie her wrists together in a '3-D X-pattern.'  This tie serves to

make her feel more helpless and, since both her palms are exposed to me, more

vulnerable. The way her arms are twisted outward slightly in this position gives

her little leverage to do much, not that she could in any other tie.

   To continue, I have left a 3' section dangling from one side of the wrist

knot and the rest of the long piece of rope on the other side.  With the two

ends of the rope I tie around her waist, knotting them in front.  Now what's

left is a long rope dangling in front of her.  Her wrists are now secured to the

small of her back. Using the free rope, I lead her to the middle of the wooden

frame and, facing her towards the single eyebolt and Erica, tell her to kneel.

As usual, she kneels with her knees spread.  I take a couple of lengths of rope

and, one by one, tie her ankles to the rings on the corners of the frame. I then

unlock the free end of the handcuffs that were holding Erica's neck to the third

ring, and lock it to the D-ring in front of Lola's collar.  So now you can

picture handcuffs, going through the ring, holding two necks.  Lola can see

Erica, but Erica in her position can't really see what's happening behind her,

except that Lola's close by!  This sets the stage for the fun now...

   So you see Lola, not quite spread-eagled, but kneeling uncomfortably with her

head down, with her bottom helplessly exposed, and with her hands in no position

to help her.  I grab the end of the long rope that was dangling from her waist

rope, thread it through the large triangle formed by her thighs and the

floor,bring it up and thread it through the pulley above the frame.  I pull it

down until the slack goes away and tightens a bit, as I watch Lola's fingers

curl helplessly at the air as she gets an idea of what I am about to do.  All

Erica sees now is a rope comming down from the pulley.  I make sure the rope in

Lola's crotch is fitting snuggly between her lips and crevice between her

cheeks, then go over to Erica.  I untie her right leg, then pull it straight up

until it sticks straight into the air.  As I hold her leg in my right hand I

pull the rope in my left until Lola is forced to raise her bottom higher into

the air, but not quite so high that her knees have to leave the floor.  I tie

the rope to Erica's leg now. There is no way for Lola to tell Erica her

predicament, but from the sounds Lola makes whenever Erica moves her right leg

(which is going to be pretty frequent, when her leg starts to get tired in that

position)...

   In all fairness I let Erica know what's going on (sort of), by telling her

since it's going to be a long night, I'll let the two play with each other for a

while while I go get a cup of coffee.  I then get a 1/4" wooden dowel (available

in any balsa-wood section of hobby stores) and leave it next to Lola so only she

can see it.  Her eyes, which grew wide with anticipation as she saw it, made me

smile a bit... (this is one of my GIF pictures)

   While comming back I'm not halfway downstairs when I can already hear the

muffled groans and the mews.  I kneel on one knee next to Lola, and gently

stroke her vaginal lips with one hand, the crotch rope between two fingers.  I

go "aww, does that hurt?"  I can feel her warm gooey arousal as I get up, pat

her bottom a few times and sit down next to Erica.  I start teasing her breasts,

stroking stroking them, and lightly tweaking her nipples.  That tweak really got

her, as her leg jerked and Lola tried to yelp.  A few more tweaks and I can see

that she is >very< sensitive in that area.  I slowly stroke and rub Erica all

over, face, shoulders, breasts, ribs, stomach, thighs, gradually working down to

her vagina.  By now it's glistening.  As I cup her vagina I can feel how much

the rope is moving and changing pressure, and even though her right leg isn't

moving much due to its position, her left knee gives away how much she's

straining against her bonds.  Her left leg is moving everywhere as I apply

pressure with my palm to her vagina and clitoris, and causes Lola's mews to get

more frantic.  Erica's head is leaning back, her eyes are closed as her head

rolls side to side, carefull not to lose contact with Lola's head or they'll

collide again.  Meanwhile my member is throbbing and I feel as if I must relieve

myself.  The hand over the vagina is very slippery so I rub Erica's legs,

thighs, body, breasts in trying to dry it off.  "You like this, don't you?" I

ask her.  She tries her best to nod, not easy with the collar on, as she's

finding out!  I kneel between her legs, put on a condom, then untie the knot at

her belly button and release the rope blocking her vaginal enterance.  I then

position the head of my penis at her entrance.  There's very little stopping her

orgasm, and as I brush aside her left knee so I can bend over her, she goes over

the brink.  I lower my head at the junction between her head and shoulders. I

breath in the smell of the leather collar and the moistness of her sweat as I

passionately suck her skin, penetrate her vagina, stroke her right breast and

her left leg.  I thrust a couple of more times and realize I can't hold on much

longer, either.  I just squeeze with all my might, as she squeezes my penis with

her vaginal muscles, and I come and come...

   Still a bit lightheaded from the ejaculation, I come sit down next to Lola. I

leave Erica the way she is, without the crotch rope, to recover. I press Lola's

crotch rope against her rectum with my thumb, and with the rest of my hand I

press against her vulva and lower belly.  With my hand in this position I lift

Lola up a little off her knees with my palm.  In this way I support her and let

her relax a bit against the relentless pressure caused by the rope tied to

Erica's leg.  Then I gently let her down again, then stroke the inside of her

thighs with my wet hand to dry it.  The cooling effect of her juices on her own

skin only serve to remind her of how helpless she is right now.  I marvel at the

dichotomy here, here I am sitting crosslegged very relaxed, touching her at will

and she can't do anything about it!  I tell her that and it gets to her, she

tries in vain to struggle, then abruptly stops.

   I pick up the 1/4" dowel and swing it in the air, enjoying the 'whoosh' sound

it makes when it flies through the air at that speed.  I can see she's cringing

at every 'whoosh.'  After a while I finally hit her very exposed bottom.

Actually, it was more of a light tap.  She jerked and cringed anyway, as she was

expecting a >little< more.  Her hands were really busy twisting as her fingers

were curling and uncurling.  I kept tapping her at odd moments, but she kept

cringing for she knew when she least expected it I would use a much harder,

stinging blow.  Her mewing began to get shakey as I continued, but eventually

she stopped cringing, whether from exhaustion or giving up I don't know.  So I

finally give her a good whack across her bottom.  I think she welcomed it, as

the anticipation was driving her nuts.  "Straighten your knees" I told her, and

she tried to do a little balancing act with her head against Erica's and tried

to push off her knees off the floor.  "Erica, stop acting like a slut and lower

your obscene leg" I told Erica, and she tried to comply, which helped Lola a

bit.  I put my hand against her crotch again and helped her up.  Now she stands,

bent over, in a very precarious position.  I whacked her again, and she almost

falls, fingers curling like mad.  I allow her to gently lower herself.  Then I

whacked her behind her lower thigh.  The good thing about this thin dowel is

that I have almost absolute control over where it hits, and its stings are

localized intensely in a small area.  Plus I really don't have to use much skill

or timing to get it right, unlike a whip.  Again I tap, and caress her welts

with the dowel.  Whack!  on her bottom.  More tapping and caressing.  Whack!

both cheeks.  Whack!  behind her thighs.   More tapping and caressing.  This

time I use a hand to caress.  She's not sure if I stopped yet, but she enjoyes

how I massage her welts.  Whack!  Whack!  Despite her immobility I can see she's

really straining against her bonds.  I can also see that tears have welled up so

much a couple of drops have made it down her nose and dripped to the floor.

   Finally, my penis is getting painfully engorged again, so I stop and go untie

Erica.  I untie her legs and unlock her neck from the handcuffs.  I leave her

arms tied.  Lola, whose bottom has been strung uncomfortably high for a while,

now has a chance to recover.  I gently pinch one of Erica's nipple and pull up,

forcing her to stand up.  Her lips are busy silently protesting around the ball

gag as I continue using the nipple to lead her to my adjustable cross.  It's a

smooth piece of 2X4 that's angled 60 degrees from the ground and reaches the

ceiling.  On it I have already positioned a crosspiece at about head level.  I

make Erica face the cross on the ascending side, and tie a piece of rope from

her front collar D-ring to the cross.  Then I untie her arms and hands, then

retie her hands in front of her, leaving a length of rope dangling.  I use this

rope to tie her hands to the crossbar, then I release her leash.  Now she's tied

with her hands stretched above her, leaning on and straddling a leaning cross.

I see how lovely Erica is in this position, as I debate whether or not to change

my plans to just leave her like that and cross her ankles and tie them against

the cross.  Actually, I like my first idea better:

   I tie a rope to her left ankle, then tie that rope to the left side of the

cross-piece.  Her left leg is now stretched high in the air to her left.  When I

do the same thing to Lola, I guess because of our martial arts training she's

flexible enough to hold that position while standing on her right leg.  Erica

has to sit on the cross and squeeze with her right leg to keep her balance.  I

finish the job by taking Erica's right ankle and hanging that from the right

side of the cross-piece.  Now she's precariously balanced, doubled over, with

legs spread.  I untie her hands and gently let her body unbend.  I keep her

hands above her head as I tie them tightly to the bottom of the cross, so that

now she's upside-down and stretched out with her legs spread.  Being upside-down

does wonders to the female figure, her breasts hang towards her head a bit and

take on a whole new shape, her abdomen is now smaller as a lot of her internal

organs are pushed against her diaphragm, and thus it becomes necessary to use

the chest to breathe.  Even her pubic area looks pleasantly different!  With all

that extra length of rope from her wrists I make sure her arms are stretched and

together, with her head resting on top of them.  Then I tie the rope around her

neck, through the D-ring in front of her collar, and around her arm pits.  Her

collar is thick enough and wide enough to prevent her from choking on the neck

rope, otherwise I wouldn't use that tie.  With her neck comfortably secured I

use the extra lenth of rope to lash her stomach to the cross.  She is a

beautiful sight to behold as I stroke her from her armpits to her ankles in one

sweep to make sure she knows how much exposed she is.

   Since I'm going to be leaving her in this position for a while, I'll leave

her some things to think about.  I take out a vibrator, and setting it on a low

level, insert it into her wet vagina.  In her position it will not fall out, and

any type of movement near her hips will force her to feel the weight of the

vibrator.  In fact I only insert it about a third of the way in and let go,

letting it sink in by itself.  I set it on a low level so she'll stay excited,

but not enough to go over the edge.  Then I stroke her nipples a bit and watch

her squirm.  I take out two clothespins, the wooden spring-action ones, and

attach them to her nipples.  Now any movement she makes near her thorax,

including her breathing, will cause the clothespins to throw their inertia

around, which I can see she feels.  Her upside down position causes her blood to

go to her head, which gives her a slightly dizzy sensation and leads to greater

levels of threshold before orgasm.  Here I will leave Erica while I attend to

Lola.  (I have a picture of this, too).

   Lola I release from the handcuff tethering her neck to the ring below her.  I

tell her to stand up, with her feet still tied wide apart and her hands still

lashed to the small of her back.  I get out my adjustable leg-spreader, and

fully contract it to its smallest of about 2 1/2' and tie each end to behind her

knees using lots of rope.  I untie her ankles and permit her a few awkward steps

with her thighs spread with the spreader.  While standing, I untie her wrists

and waist, then I retie her hands in front of her.  She's still underneath the

pulley, so I thread the end of her wrist ropes through it and pull down a bit.

I tell her to kneel, as I slowly let out the slack.  When she's down, she's

standing on her knees with her hands stretched above her.  With the loose end of

the rope from the pulley I thread down below her crotch, making sure the rope

passes between her labia minora, up behind her, through the crack of her bottom,

and then around the waist and the decending rope.  I loop a couple of times

around the waist and tie it off behind her.  She's strictly tied, but she can

still wiggle a bit.  Now to put on some pressure.

   I tell her to spread her knees.  The spreader I tied to her knees allows her

to spread but does not allow shrinkage back.  She does so awkwardly as the

spreader is spread until a small 'click' is heard, indicating a point of no

return.  Her posture is noticably straighter now, since as she spreads her knees

her crotch must go lower, which stretches the rope connecting that to her wrists

through the pulley overhead.  Since she can't spread her knees by herself

anymore, I pull her knees apart another notch with my hands.  'Click.'  her

front is as flat as a board now, with her breasts stretched up high and close

together with her arms lifted like that.  She's starting to have a bit of

difficulty breathing.  I tilt her head back, out of the way of her arms, to

slacken the arms a bit and also so she is forced to look up now, her head

trapped behind her arms.  'Click.'  "UUGH" she manages to say.  With her head

tilted up, her gag is forced into her mouth more.  She is really stretched, as

her abdomen is curving inward now and a thin sheet of sweat is developing over

her body.  Her ribs are prominent, as are all the muscles of her legs, hips,

back and shoulders straining under the pressure.  I stop pulling and tighten the

safety seal on the leg spreader. (I have a picture of this, too)

   As an added bonus to this, Erica has a head-on (albeit upside-down) view of

all this, since this is being done in front of her and is making her excited.

Erica tries to throw her hips around, to no avail, the way she's tied, and her

breaths are comming faster again, which in turn throws her breasts with the

clothespins around.  Her mewing is getting louder.

   I take out the dildo stool (without dildo, of course!) and sit next to Lola,

so she can see my face as I gently pinch her nipple.  I can see her grimace and

moan, but not anything she can do about it!  About the only things she can move

are her fingers and toes. Even her breating is a struggle for her now as she

takes short staccato breaths.  I playfully pull a bit on her crotch rope and let

it twang back.  I then take out a rubber band.  Just a plain old rubber band,

and dangle it above Lola's head to let her see it.  Her eyes grow wide with

panic and she sways a bit, but that's about all she can do.  I stretch the

rubberband between my left thumb and forefinger, and with my right thumb and

forefinger stretch it and let it go twang.  I grab the rubberband with my right

fingers again, and press my left thumb and forefinger on her thigh right above

her knee.  I can see she's trying to wiggle it, but try as she may she can't

escape the sudden sting I inflict on her when I snap the little rubber band.  I

finally snap the rubber band and watch her reaction.  I repeat the process, a

bit higher up on her thigh this time, then a little higher, then a little

higher... I come up to her labia minora now.  It's great how accurately I can

aim this thing.  I press my left thumb and forefinger on two points on the same

side of the crotch rope of her labia minora... >snap!<  She's trying to shrug

and contract her abdominal muscles.  Again tears well up in her eyes.  I

reposition my fingers so they're straddling her clitoral hood on one side of the

rope... she's trying to bend her body away from me now, but it's child's play

for my fingers to stay on those points, and >snap!<  Actually her lubrication on

the rubber band made it a bit harder to grab but more pleasant on my right

fingers to let go.  Her eyes are closed now but tiny streams of tears are

developing.  I continue snapping her up her abdomen.  It's amazing the different

ways she can try to contract her muscles to try to get away as I snap her belly

button, side, front, etc.  When I get up to her thorax, about all she can do is

try to expire as much as she can to contract her rib cage.  I work around her

thorax, up her sides to her armpits, and spiral around to her nipple.  When I

finally straddle her nipple, she's trying very hard to shake her head wildly,

which is pretty hard to do with her collar on and her tilted-up head position.

"OK" I said, as I gently pinch her nipple, pull it, and let it snap back.  I

stroke her labia minora with two fingers on either side of the rope, and when I

see her arousal becomming more and more intense I shorten her spreader a bit.

Instantly waves of tingling pleasure and relief course through her body as I

leave her this way and attend to Erica again.

   I stand next to Erica and tap on her vibrator "you really like this, don't

you?"  She nods the best she could.  I pull out her vibrator easily as I see her

hungry vaginal lips trying to suck it back in.  While I absentmindedly play with

her vulva I sniff, then kiss the dildo, savoring the aroma of her juices, which

is a bit different than Lola's.  "You'd like to come again, wouldn't you?"  She

made an even more heroic effort in nodding this time.  "OK" I say, but the look

in my eye told her it's not as how she'd expect.

   I untied her left ankle, then replaced it with a leather cuff which I chain

back to the crossbar end.  I do similarly to the right ankle.  So essentially

all I did was replace rope with chain and cuffs.  For what I am about to do I

trust the strength of chains a bit more than rope.  Also for what I am about to

do I like the quickness of which I can unlock her in case of an emergency.  I

untie the rest of her and put leather cuffs on her wrists, locking both cuffs

with one lock so that her wrists are now locked in front of her.  I thread a

rope through this lock and attach both ends of the rope to the rafters above, so

now she is suspended from her wrists with her body making a "C" shape down to

her spread legs.  I thread the rope through the lock likewise to make freeing

her easier.  I unattach the crossbar from the cross and secure an eye-bolt into

the middle.  This I tie with a rope to the rafters above, about 4' away from

where I tied her wrists.  This exposes her pubic area effectively at about my

chest to head level, depending on how she's struggling.  Also she's exposed all

the way around for me, not just the top.

   Suddenly I hear a sound behind me.  It seems like I left a bit too much slack

in my mercy (or Lola is getting more dextrous and flexible) for Lola has managed

to free her hands.  Rushing over to Lola, (for I don't want the tables turned on

me just >yet<), I quickly retie her hands behind her back with the long length

of rope.  This time I put the knot (hopefully) way out of her reach.  She put up

a fantastic struggle, but since her thighs were still spread it was no contest,

really.

   Usually when I plug her rectum, I use her chastity belt.  As you'll see, I

have other plans for that piece of equipment tonight, so I use the plug she uses

on me, the egg-shaped one connected to a plastic disc.  I put on a condom over

the plug for easier cleaning afterwards.  I plug her rectum, then I untie the

spreader bar from her, and to make her hands less dextrous I tie her hands to

her feet in a tight hogtie.  She's very flexible so I can pull her legs up and

tie her wrists on her ankles.  She's slightly bent backwards in this position,

so to make her more stiff I take the loose end of the long rope and thread it

through the D-ring at the back of her collar.  I pull on the rope gently until

her head tilts back slightly, and tie it there. This last tie not only prevents

her from turning herself over on her back, but also serves to force her to look

straight ahead. "If you get out of >this< one I'll make love to you."  I can see

her sudden frantic movements rocking her back and forth, not that she can move

much in any direction, but after a while I was convinced she can not escape.  I

turn her so that she is forced to watch Erica, who I hung so her bottom is

facing her.  (I have a picture of this too)

   I go get the chastity belt and dangle it in front of Erica.  First she had a

look of puzzlement, which dissolved into a look of disbelief and fear.  Though

the condom over the smaller butt plug was already lubricated, I further

lubricated it by inserting it into her still wet vagina.  I guess she wasn't as

fearful as I though if she was still this wet.  I pinched her nipples a bit and

stroked the inside of her thighs, and yes she became as wet as before so when I

took out the vibrator, it was well lubricated. I asked her "have you ever been

penetrated through her rectum?" and she shook her head no.  Lucky I chose the

smaller vibrator!  I gently tried to insert it in her rectum, she tried to jelly

up her rectum as much as possible but after a while we finally worked it in.

Then I inserted the other vibrator and finished locking the belt on her.  The

strap of the chastity belt spread the crack of her bottom nicely, for now even

more of her is exposed.  I turned on the vibrators and watched the fun! (I have

a picture of this as well)

   Meanwhile by looking at Lola it's not clear whether she's actually still

heroically struggling to get loose or if she's just extremely excited and trying

to stimulate herself enough to go over the edge.  She seems more trying to rub

her vulva against the carpet (by spreading her knees and rocking back and

wiggling her hips) than anything else right now, but it's hard to tell from her

strict position.  I know having her think about this weekend all week and

keeping her in an almost constant state of stimulation without release all night

has caused her to be quite sexually frustrated right now.

   By now my penis has become so engorged for so long that I can't really stand

it.  I'm not going to relieve myself in Lola, since I as part of her punishment

I don't want to bring her off until tomorrow at least, and Erica is not exactly

accessible right now.  Besides, I have other plans for her.  I turn away from

the two for a while to let me cool off.  I can hear in the background Lola's

heavy breathing, but that's being masked off by Erica's moanings and cries,

which are getting more and more frantic by the minute.  I pick up the dowel and

turn back to Erica, who is by now managing some kicks as she tries to bounce and

move her waist and hips to move the chastity belt locked on her.  I can see

she's very near now, so I want to have her orgasm this time with a bit of

stinging stimulation.  In her state she has closed her eyes and is moving her

head about wildly so she doesn't see me until I hit her across her bottom with

the dowel.  She jumps and freezes for a split second, then continues with

renewed fervor.  I sting her again, then again, then again a bit faster, by

which time she has orgasmed.  It was pretty long, her whole body stiffened up

and gradually, as her body became more relaxed, she sagged once again.  Before

she could recover enough so that the vibrators could stimulate her again, I

turned them off.  Though the control dials of the vibrators were sticking out on

the outside of the chastity belt, they were moist, as well as a good part of the

crotch strap over her mons pubic area.  I stuck a finger between the strap and

her soft, hairy flesh beneath, between the two vibrators, and the area was

definitely still very wet.  In fact, the movement of the strap against her skin

caused a small trickle of thick juice to flow along the border of the strap and

her bottom and form a little hanging drop at the low point.

   As it's getting late now, I prepare to end the scene for tonight.  I lower

Erica's legs so she's hanging by her arms with her legs spread by the

crosspiece.  I lower her arms a bit, so she can stand on the crosspiece, then I

remove the chastity belt.  I take out the web harness and put it on Erica while

her legs are still spread, then I unlock her hands from the rope overhead and

relock her hands behind her on the harness.  Her hands are in a position now of

being midway up her back, a bit under her shoulderblades.  I unlock her feet and

tell her "Kneel."  I take out two belts, and secure her thighs to her ankles. (I

have a picture of this too)

   I resecure the crosspiece to the cross, this time at about my groin level.  I

untie Lola, but keep her wrists tied.  I take the 7' rope and tie her right

wrist with the middle portion, above her wrist bonds.  I take her over to the

underside of the cross, and tell her to kneel, her back against the cross.

Because it's tilted she has to bend over to comply.  I untie her wrists and have

her swing her arms back over the cross piece and back under to the front.  I

take one end of the rope on her right wrist and tie it to her left wrist.  Both

dangling ends are still pretty long so I tie them together.  Now both wrists are

held together by rope handcuffs, one strand of which contains the knot with two

ends dangling down.  I thread these down below her crotch, between her labia

minora and the crack of her bottom, and back to the descending bar of the cross,

where I tie them off tightly.  If you can picture this, her arms around the

cross-piece is pressing her upper back to the cross, and the only rope holding

her in this position is pulling her hands down, increasing the pressure, while

pressing her lower back against the cross.  This rope is also in a strategic

place to put pressure on her vulva once again, and any movement by her will

directly change the pressure there.  She's essentially hanging by her elbows and

crotch.  Her knees, now with her pelvis rotated back to the cross, no longer can

reach the ground; she has to somehow awkwardly move her legs to some other

position to try to support her weight. Every move of her legs contributes to a

bit of chafing and pressure change on her vaginal lips and clitoris.  Her collar

prevents her head from hanging down, and the cross behind her head prevents her

head from moving back.  (I have a picture of this, too).  I kneel below her,

admiring my handiwork as I tease her inner thighs, vaginal lips, breasts and

cheeks.  She gives me this beautiful look of utter frustration as I smile, kiss

her on the cheek, take the dildo stool and go upstairs to the kitchen to prepare

latenite dinner before going to bed.

   Dinner was relatively easy to prepare, mostly liquidized food (you'll soon

see why) I put into the blender.  When I set up the table I prepared three

seats: two stools (one the dildo stool), and a regular seat.  I go downstairs

and unbelt Erica's thighs, take off her gag and collar and lead her upstairs.

Erica is glad to be free of her head restraint and celebrates by rocking her

head back and fourth, side to side, and exercising her jaw.  I sit her on a

stool and make her knees bend again so I can tie her ankles to a couple of

crossbars of the stool.  I tie a rope belt around her waist and tie it to a

cross-bar behind her.  There she sits, her hands high behind her, with her feet

not even able to touch the ground.

   Then I go downstairs and ungag and decollar Lola.  Before she has much of a

chance to celebrate her freedom from the gag, my member is still excited despite

the half hour respite preparing dinner, and I have to relieve myself, so since

Lola's head is in the right position right now, I let her suck my penis off.  As

she sucked I held her head in place and thrusted, and finally orgasmed.  I

stayed in her mouth until she swallowed every drop.  Then as I withdrew Lola's

lips cleaned it off.  I was so weak I hung on to the cross for a while.  Then I

continued to untie Lola, retying her hands in front of her and leading her

upstairs.

   I have her sit on the dildo seat.  She knows what to do as she straddles the

stool and positions herself over the dildo and slowly lowers herself on the

dildo.  I tie her ankles similarly and take her wrists up, over, and behind her

head so that her elbows are pointing straight up.  I like how her breasts are

lifted this way.  I tie her wrists with a length of rope to a crossbar of the

stool behind her.

   Before each helplessly lovely ladies I set a bowl of soup and a spoon.  I

start eating mine.  Erica looks at me.  Lola looks at her bowl hungrily.  I

point to Erica's bowl and say "you have permission, eat if you want."  She still

looks at me funny, asking "but I can't use my hands!", then gradually gets the

idea.  She leans forward as best she can against the table and tries to drink

her soup.  She tries lapping it up like a dog, and tries tipping the bowl on its

edge.  She manages to finish her bowl, and then looks up at me.  Meanwhile, the

way Lola is tied she can not reach the bowl at all, no matter how she tries.

Her shoulders stretched back allows her little leeway forward, and she can't

bend too far at the hips due to the fixed dildo.  I point to Lola and say to

Erica, "Looks like Lola's having trouble finishing her soup.  How should we help

her?"  After I go get myself a second helping of soup Erica gets the idea of

picking up her spoon in her mouth, scooping up some soup and raising it up for

Lola.  Eventually Erica and I both finish three bowls, Lola two.  While Erica

was still feeding Lola I go clean up a bit and bring back a bowl of grapes.  I

start eating some and said to both women "help yourselves."  Erica eats a few.

Then she picks one up by her lips and offers it to Lola.  As their lips touch,

they freeze for a while, then Lola quickly withdraws.  Erica offers another

grape, and this time Lola stays a bit longer.  The third grape doesn't make it:

when their lips touched across the table, the grape just fell out and they

kissed and kissed as best they could in their position.

   After dinner I untied Lola's hands and retied her elbows together behind her.

This tie leaves the advantage of letting her have enough freedom to do many

things, yet leaves her hands just short of being able to touch her most

sensitive spots on either her breasts or vulva.  Though she's very flexible and

normally can reach her genitalia from the back, by securing her elbows this way

even this feat is impossible for her right now.  I untied both women from their

stools and led them to the bathroom to freshen up before bed.  I took out Lola's

butt plug and let Lola completely relieve herself on the toilet bowl.  Meanwhile

I let the water run in the bathtub and cleaned off Erica's face and front,

spending a little extra time on her nipples.  Lola had to twist around off the

toilet bowl a bit to reach the toilet paper to wipe herself.  Then I unbuckled

the crotch strap from Erica's harness.  While Erica relieved herself I washed

Lola's face, front and the areas around her orifices.  Then I put a new condom

on the butt plug and re-inserted it into Lola.  When Erica was finished, though,

I told Lola, "aww, look, Erica can't reach to wipe herself off.  Maybe you can

help her."  Lola then went to take a piece of toilet paper from the roll, bent

down and twisted around to wipe off the residual urine and feces.  She spent a

bit more time than neccessary on her clitoris.  Then I had Erica kneel in the

bathtub as Lola cleaned her orifices. I brushed both women's teeth.

   After both women were cleaned up, I led them to the bed room.  As a rule I

don't leave slaves gagged during the night; it's not like they're going to be

screaming or anything, it might block airways and repeated uses could ruin the

dentition, or arrangement of the teeth.  For similar reasons I try to tie as

little as possible, it's not like they're going to thrash around or anything,

and ties could cut off blood circulation.

   But to prevent Lola from trying anything sneaky or bringing herself off, I

tape her hands.  Then I go down to get the chastity belt.  I take off the

vibrators and come back upstairs, where I put it on Lola.  I don't lock with the

padlock in front, though.  I take out one of her tight jeans and put it on her.

It takes a while, but we finally manage, and then I lock the jeans on in the

front by passing the lock through the two belt straps on either side of the

zipper.  Now even if she frees her hands, she can't get at her genitals; the

chastity belt's crotch strap serves to make fondling through the fabric

impossible, while the jeans serve to make getting around the belt impossible, as

well as hold the belt immobile (otherwise the rubber patch of pips would rub

against her clitoris).  I consider taping her breasts, but I don't bother.

Besides, she looks better this way.  So there she sits, certainly helpless but

not bound.  Her hands are taped, her anus is still plugged and secured within

herself by a chastity belt and tight jeans.  I tell Lola "before we go to bed,

Erica was so nice to you to feed you.  Don't you think you should return that

favor now?"  She eagerly agreed as she smiled and went to Erica, laid her down,

spread her legs and put her head in Erica's mons pubis.  I put a couple of

pillows under Erica's bottom, and as I watched my erection became unbearable

again.  After ejaculating twice on one night it becomes extremely sore, and

usually I can't get it up again but right now I can't help it.  To relieve the

strain I straddled Erica's head and crouched down on tip-toe, facing Lola, and

inserted my erection into Erica's warm, moist mouth.  Her throat felt wonderful

on my sore member, as did her tongue.  I leaned forward and cupped her breasts,

fondling them in time with her sucking.  Eventually she orgasmed again, but I

hadn't yet so I kept it in.  Meanwhile Lola continued fellatio.

   When I was close to orgasm I started pinching Erica's nipples, rolling them

between my thumbs and forefingers.  This brought her close to the brink as well,

and it was hard to tell who orgasmed first.  But as she came, I let go of her

nipples and the sudden rush of blood back in, along with my spurts in her

throat, made her try to cry out but start choking. It was then I told Lola to

stop, as I let my penis go limp in her mouth before withdrawing.  I let her try

to get all the semen off as possible.  Then I rebuckled Erica's crotch strap and

we cuddled together to sleep.



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APPENDIX

                *** The Weekend, technical details ***



   Here's perhaps the most complicated device: a home-made adjustible

spreader.  I got this idea from one of those adjustible broom handles,

you know, those K-mart $5 ones consisting of two thin metal tubes, one

of which fits into the other, and a twisty thing that lets you tighten

the grip of the outer shaft when the inner shaft has telescoped to the

desired length.  By itself it's already a great spreader bar, extending

from about 2 1/2 feet to 4 1/2 feet, just add holes or rings at the ends

for straps or locks or rope, and viola!  Though it's not that sturdy

(i.e. I wouldn't suspend anyone with it), human adductor muscles

normally are not strong enough to give the bar much stress, so for most

scenes it's more than satisfactory (much to the bottom's frustration/

delight!)

   I made a slight improvement, though.  I found a regular wooden

broomstick that fit inside one of the hollow metal shafts.  The twisty

thing just happened to work on the wooden broomstick as well.  And you

know how umbrellas have this spring-loaded one-way catch?  I'm one of

those people who don't tend to lose umbrellas, they usually break on me

first, so I had a couple of umbrella handles lying around (one more

point for us packrats!) and I sawed off the segment with the spring-

loaded catch off of two of them.  Then I made two grooves in the wooden

broomstick, near one end, on opposite sides, and large enough to

completely sink the umbrella handles, leaving the catch sticking out.



                         !--__

                         !    --__

              ___________!________--___

              !                        !

   sawed off umbrella handle segment (goes in groove in broomstick)

              !________________________!



These umbrella handles are easily held in place by plenty of Elmer's

glue, which when dries can also act as space-fillers. Now let's say

you're looking at the broomstick head-on:



                  _____+____

                 /     O    \

                /            \

                !             !

                !             !

                !             !

                !             !

                \            /

                 \_____O____/

                       +



  Those plusses sticking out at 12:00 and 6:00 are the umbrella catches,

and the O's are the umbrella handles in the broomstick (obviously not to

scale, it's a lot harder to do text pictures than bitmap).  You notice

the sides of the broomstick are flattened?  We'll get to that later.

With the broomstick in the shaft (so the thin metal doesn't deform too

much), and the shaft held firmly (to the point of slight flattening) in

a vise, I chiseled a hole through opposite sides of the shaft to let the

catches through.  After seeing if the catches caught in the holes, I

proceeded to continue putting holes along the length of the shaft at

regular intervals (roughly 1 1/2 to 2 inches apart).  As the vise

flattens the outer shaft, it also deforms the wood inside a bit as well,

which serves to align the two as they slide past one another.  I end

this by putting rings through the ends of the spreader.  So you see how

I can lock the extremities of a slave in the spreader in the fully

retracted state, and though the slave can extend the spreader, can not

retract?  And when I think the spreader has spread enough I can lock it

in position with the twisty thing.



   I also have this setup in my basement: my basement has many rafters

overhead, as well as a few poles here and there, I presume to help keep

the rest of the house from falling in.  I carpeted the floor (I think

the hard ground is a bit too uncomfortable for my tastes).  I bought a

few two-by-fours (why they call them that I'll never know), and sanded

them and shellaced them to make them as splinter-free as possible.

Here's the setup: I put a 2X4 on the ground, against 2 of the support

poles of the basement for a stop.  Then I wedge another 2X4 between the

middle of the ground 2X4 and a ceiling rafter.  This second 2X4 thus

forms a roughly 60 degree slant to the ground.  You can see how the

first 2X4 prevents the second one from slipping.  There are holes where

I can bolt the second 2X4 in place (wouldn't want it slipping off

sideways, would we?)  I also rigged it (with a modified vise/clamp

contraption) so that a third 2X4 can be attached perpendicularly to the

second 2X4, at adjustible levels.  This third piece is the shortest at

about 6' long and is really versatile, with holes at the ends for eye-

screws and a hole in the middle for anything from an eye screw for

suspension, to fitting in a vertical dowel with a dildo attached to it,

to attachment to the second 2X4.  When attached to the second 2X4 the

whole setup resembles an adjustable cross.



   Another attachment I made is this dildo holder, which holds a dildo

roughly perpendicular to the 2X4.  It also attaches to the second 2X4 by

a modified vise/clamp mechanism.



   I have this chastity belt: when we bought it, it was the generic one

that holds two dildos in place.  I use it to attach two vibrators.  It

wraps around the waist above the hip bone, and whose crotch strap came

down in back and attached in front.  All three ends locks in front with

one padlock.  I added a D-ring on either side of the chastity belt, for

more flexibility in attachment.  I also cut out a piece of ping-pong paddle rubber and glued it to the inside of the crotch strap just above

the vaginal dildo-holder.  The ping-pong rubber surface is covered with

little rubber pips that, when worn in this way, causes unique

stimulation to the clitoral area when, for instance, walking.



   We tried the chastity belt on me once with just the butt plug.  It

didn't really work that well.  So we got this elongated egg-shaped butt plug: it's roughly 4" long and 2" in diameter at the widest point. On

one end, it's attached to this plastic disc about 2" in diameter.  This

way, when inserted, as the anal sphincter closes around the base of the

plug, the plug is pretty much stuck there; it can't go in more because

of the disc, and it's hard to expel something of that size, especially

if the wearer is tied in some of these positions.  In effect it's a

ball-gag for the anus.



   I also have one of these harnesses: it's made of leather and was

called "the web" when we got it.  it goes like this: imagine three

bands, one above the breasts, one below, and one around the waist.

These are connected by a strip going from the top band, between the

breasts, attached to the middle and waist bands, down through the crotch

and up again to the top band in back (actually it's slightly more

complicated: the descending anterior strap ends at the waist band; the

posterior strap buckles and locks there, so it is possible to expose the

genitals without undoing the whole web).  Two additional straps attach

from the back of the top band around either side of the neck over the

shoulders to the front of the top band.  The whole thing is adjustable,

with D-rings placed at strategic locations.  I plan to make

modifications to it (adding dildo holders, ping-pong rubber, etc), but

never got around to it.



   I have this stool I'm going to call the "dildo stool."  Hopefully

it's self explainatory, it's a standard 2' high sturdy stool I got from

Rickel's, 4 legs with many cross-pieces.  I drilled a 2' hole in the

middle of the seat and using two L-brackets, secured two blocks of wood

perpendicular to the seat around the hole below the seat.  I cut about a

foot of a 2" dowel and proceeded to shape one end into a blunt point.

After a few false starts I finally end up with about 10" of wooden

dildo, which I sanded smooth and shelacked.  We had a fun time

determining where I would drill the next three holes, as she sat on the

stool and I gently pushed in the dildo from below as much I could.  It

ended up the dildo sticks out the stool about 6".  That left plenty of

room for me to drill a hole through both perpendicular blocks and the

dildo to put in a nail to hold it in place.  The nail's removable so we

can have an option of keeping the dildo in or not.



   For those of you who missed my first posting, I have this 4X4 wooden

frame with holes cut at the corners and at the midpoints of the sides,

again for eye screws and such.  In this scene there are three eye

screws: two at the bottom left and right corners, and one in the middle

of the top side.  The frame is on the floor flat.



   I also have this pulley-on-a-chain that is easy to hang up on any of

the rafters.  I use graphite from "soft lead" pencils to keep it

lubricated and loose enough to be practical.



   As for techniques, the most complicated one to describe here is

probably the "three-dimentional-X" tie.  Take your left hand, hold it

out in front of you palm up.  Cross your left wrist with your right

wrist on top, also palm up.  Now have someone tie them in that position

with three different loops (same piece of rope but three different

loop-directions): one with loops parallel to the plane made by your

shoulders and hips, one with loops in the same plane formed by your

crotch, chin and wrists, and one with loops perpendicular to the other

two planes, going between your wrists.



   Taping hands is a technique to make even dextrous hands almost

useless.  It requires 4 pieces of duct tape: the first one wraps around

the hand at thumb level, securing the thumb to the palm of the hand.  A

second one wraps around the fingers, securing all 4 fingers together.  A

third requires a piece of tape about 1' long, starting from the back of

the wrist and taping all the way to the tips of the fingers, leaving a

few inches hanging.  The fingers are now curled down and the few inches

is taped down to the front of the wrist.  A fourth piece wraps around

the wrist, securing the third piece in place.



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