Thumbs

Chapter II

The next few days passed, each of them at work, and involved in their daily routines. In the evenings they had dinner, took walks, watched TV and made love several times. John couldn't put his finger on it, but Bonnie seemed quiet and self absorbed.

On Friday they sat at the kitchen bar, having a glass of wine. "John," she began, "I am really disappointed with myself." "About what, Honey?" he answered, concern in his voice. "About last Sunday….about being a sissy and wimping out so quickly." "Oh, Bonnie," he responded, "don't be silly. It was just a dumb movie, and I certainly don't care that you didn't hang by your thumbs for hours." "But I care!" She took a deep chug of wine. "I wanted to find out what it was like, and I didn't have the willpower to suffer…..and what really disappoints me, I don't think I'm strong enough to do it." "It doesn't matter," he said. "It does matter!" she replied. "I wanted to do it. I still want to do it…..tomorrow, in fact" "Oh Bonnie….," he sighed.

"No, really…..I want to…..but we have to change a few things," she said. "What do you mean?" he answered. "We have to change to "secret question" thing," she replied. "I can't be in control…..I'm not strong enough, and I know that I'll give you the answer to be released, just like I did last Sunday" She looked at him seriously. "I want to stay up there, no matter what I do" Her eyes burned with intensity. "Understand?" "I think so," he answered. "Good!" she said. "Let's have dinner."

The next afternoon they gathered again in the garage. "Do you know what to do?" she asked. "Yeah," he answered. "Hang you like last week, then roll a die, and that will be the number of hours…from 1 to 6" "Right!" she exclaimed. "Any not let me down, no matter what I say, how much I beg, or cry, or….."

"That won't work." He said quietly. "What do you mean, it won't work?" she asked. "I love you too much," he answered. "I can't listen to your begging, and see the hurt look in your eyes, or watch you cry." "And so…..?" she questioned. "I am going to blindfold you, and gag you," he answered. "Those are my conditions if you want to go through with this." An image flashed through Bonnie's mind of a bound and gagged maiden…..naked, sweating, helpless…….

She began to unbutton her blouse. "OK, let's get started!"

This time, she didn't stop at bra and panties. In short order she stood naked, shivering slightly. Quickly he bound her thumbs, and drew her hands over her head. Temporarily he tied off the rope. "Ready for your gag?" he asked. Bonnie nodded. "Since I don't want you to be able to speak an intelligible word, I am going to stuff your mouth," he explained. "A girl could give the Gettysburg Address with a little scarf tied between your teeth like you see in the movies." He picked up a large silk square he had taken from her dresser, and wadded it into a ball. "Open," he commanded. Bonnie complied, and quickly John prodded the scarf deep into her mouth. The scarf filled her cheeks, and came to rest almost at the back of her throat. She coughed softly as the dry cloth tickled the sensitive, moist flesh. Next he took another scarf, which he placed between her teeth, and tightened and knotted at the back of her neck. Bonnie whimpered as the wadding was pushed even more deeply into her throat. Another scarf was folded into a 4-inch wide band, and tied over her mouth, from just under her nose, down to her chin. "There!" he said. "Try to say something." Bonnie responded with muffled, garbled sounds that held no meaning. "Good," he responded. "Now let's check the volume control!" Quickly he reached out, and gave her left nipple a hard pinch. "Mmmphh!" she exclaimed. It was about as loud as normal conversation. "Good. If you start yelling, I don't want the neighbors to hear."

"Now the die….I wanted you to see it before I blindfolded you." He shook the die in his hand, then dropped it on the floor in front of her. She looked down, and her eyes grew wide. "Five," he said. Bonnie shook her head, her beautiful eyes begging him for mercy, her pleas muffled by the gag. Quickly he folded a scarf into a thick band, and placed it over her frantic eyes.

John stepped back, and ran his hand along Bonnie's tightly stretched ribcage, and over the flair of her hips. She whimpered softly through the gag, her jaw flexing to accommodate the tight, muffling silk. He could hear air rush through her nostrils as she gasped for breath. He gently tweaked a hard, pink nipple, then bent over to give the tender bud a long, wet, sucking kiss. "Have fun," he said, turning, and quickly leaving the garage. She was alone.

John returned in 30 minutes, but to Bonnie it seemed like days. She whimpered and whined through her gag, but John obeyed her earlier directive, and did not respond to her pitiful entreaty.

He came and went several more times. Bonnie could not know that each coming and going came like clockwork at 30 minutes. She did not know how long she had hung, or how long she had to go. All she knew was that her thumbs had become numb, but there was a throbbing ache in each shoulder. Her gag had become a soggy mess in her mouth, and saliva had soaked the outer silk bands, and dribbled off the end her chin onto her chest. Her nipples were erect, and oh so sensitive. The cool air currents in the garage made the pink buds tingle deliciously.

Once again she heard the door open, and John reentered her world of pain and boredom. "How ya' doin" Babe?" he asked. She lifted her head off her chest, and answered with a soft "mmmmmm". "Honey, I have to tell you…..hanging there helpless, blind and gagged…..you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

She tossed her hair, and looked to the sound of his voice with blindfolded eyes. "I have tried not to let myself get caught up in the female in bondage thing," he continued. "..but….I can't help it, I have a boner like a tree limb just from looking at you." Bonnie was surprised, but not unhappy with this bit of news. There was something about being a helpless woman…….

John ran his hand down her sweat slick body, and gingerly reached between her thighs. "Hmmmm," he murmured, surprised when his finger came out slippery with a pungent wetness. 'Well now……" Quickly he unbuckled his pants and stripped below the waist. He reached around her helplessly suspended body, and cupped the cheeks of her ass in each hand. Bonnie cooperated happily by wrapping her legs around his waist, and he easily slipped his erect penis into the hot wetness between her legs. He was, alas, too excited, and she whimpered with despair as she felt him spurt inside her. "Stay there," he gasped, "give me a minute." Bonnie continued to hang, with her legs wrapped around her husband. She felt him soften and begin to slip from inside her. She groaned with frustration, but then she felt his organ begin to stiffen and throb. "Ah!" he groaned. "Now you're in for it….wench!" He drew her close with his hands and thrust deeply into the center of her being. She responded, ragged breath whistling through her nose and soft, muffled moans escaping the soggy gag. This time she came first, and he continued to thrust until she came a second time. Finally she crested for a third orgasm just as he shot his load inside her a second time. He stood still, continuing to hold her ass checks, and she kept her legs wrapped around his torso until both of their breathings had quieted. "That was super, Baby!' he exclaimed, and kissed her neck below the tight silk gag. "Mmmmmmm," she agreed.

Finally their sweaty bodies disentangled, and Bonnie swung freely before coming to rest. She took a deep breath, and heard a long muffled sigh of post orgasmic bliss.

"I have a little present for you , Bonnie." She felt him grasp for her feet, and whimpered an inquisitive "Mmmmphhh??" as he looped and cinched her big toes together. He tied one of his 5 pound dumbbells to the rope on her toes, then gently allowed the weight to hang free. "MMMMRRRUUUMMMPPP!" she screamed as the cord bit into her soft toe flesh as her feet were drown into a ballet point. "Something from me to you," she said quietly. "Enjoy!"

He started to leave the garage, then turned toward her. "An hour to go….I'll see you then."