The Story

The Story

Part 1

Robert Joseph Gender stood in the shower, the warm water pulsing against his nearly hairless chest as he fiddled with the simple device his wife Samantha had controlled him last night and into the early morning hours.  Although he and his wife were not hurting for money, having a small company that was doing fairly well in the computer technology fields, his wife made do often with making her own decorations for the home.  She used simple methods to make both functional yet beautiful items for the home. Her methods of bondage seemed to reflect that manner also.  While she had used the stainless steel handcuffs, which even yet dangled from his right wrist, to cuff his hands behind his back, the rest of the bondage was far simpler.  Four dog collars were used to make wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs.  Jack chain, whose every link was easily openable with a pair of pliers, yet were ample strong enough to hold his arms and legs, even when he thrashed with her incessant teasing tortures.  But it was the simple stainless steel ring about his testicles and penis that was holdig his attention.  Made from stainless steel three sixteenths of an inch in diameter, the ring was approximately an inch and a half to two inchs in diameter.  With him being bound, legs and arms spread, his neck fastened in place with yet a fifth dog collar, Sam had threaded his penis through the ring, then worked, a bit more difficultly one of his testicles through the ring.  Working faster than his enlargening penis, she managed to aligned the elongated testicle to what small space remained in the ring, now filling fast with his cock and the skin of his sac.  Bob had groaned as the her thumb pressed the ball through the constriction until it popped through to join his other nut.  Working the flesh of his ball sac through the ring, tugging on his rapidly stiffening cock, she soon had the ring tight to his body.  With his erection now complete, his cock filled the ring pressing hard into the flesh of his scrotum.  Until his erection faded, there was simply no way to remove the ring.  There simply was no room to pass a testicle back through the ring.  Using a single link of jack chain and pliers, she soon had a nice smaller ring to which to fasten a stainless steel dog leash with an ordinary clip and a red leather loop handle.

She had bound him to a wooden construction he had been required to build.  Sam had had him lie on the floor of the garage, fully clothed of course, where she had him place his hands even with his comfortably up and out, and so too his legs.  Once he was positioned as she wanted, she used some chaulk to mark where his wrists and ankles were on the floor.  She also marked where his neck, knees and elbows were located.  When she told him to get up and get the two by sixes stored along the walls of the garage, he had to cut them to a length that went from six inches past where his right ankle mark was on the floor to six inches past where his left wrist had been marked.  A second piece was similarly cut to go from left ankel to right wrist.  Once cut to length, she had him lay them, cross shaped on the floor aligning them with the marks on the floor.  Marking where the boards crossed each other, he had had to router out half of each board so that they, when again laid on the floor, interlocked much like a beam would on a log cabin.  Using flat head screws and nuts designed to be pulled into the wood to be held with their triangular teeth, he soon had the cross made that was relatively smooth on both sides.  Cutting a shorter piece of two by six, he had had to lay it such that it went from a couple of inches below where his wirsts had been marked and across so that it passed over where his neck had been marked on the floor.  Marking out what wood needed to be routered out, he soon had that piece of wood also fairly smooth to the others.  Another piece was cut and routered for between his ankles area.  Two more pieces were cut to length, routered and also screwed together going from the piece that had been where his wrists were marked down and parallel with his body, passing out side where his knee had been marked and ended up approximately at the lower part of his calf was on the same side.  At each location, wrists, ankles, neck, knees and elbows he had to router out enough wood to install a folding ring, that when folded was flush with the wood surface.  So basically he had created a cross and rectangle, complete with rings that assembled into a flat plane, yet when unsrewed was easily stacked together neatly.

Last night had been the test of its sturdiness.  Having him lie down, which he had done willingly enough, she used double ended clips to attach the wristlets and anklets to the beam's appropriate rings.  Using some shortened belts, his knees had been spread and fastened securely to their rings.  And soon his knees and neck was also securely fastened to the frame.  Although he had a couple of inches movement to each fastening, he certainly was not strong enough to free himself from the framework.  Luckily his cock had not grown too much in that short time, as she worked to get his cock and balls through the ring.  Although if his cock had become too erect, Bob shuddered at the thought of having one of his nuts crushed through the ring.  When she had attached the leash to the link now fastened to the ring and dangled at the bottom of his ball sack, she was prepare to begin her teasing torture of her twenty six year old husband of seven years.

Sam enjoyed seeing her husband tied up and helpless.  Already his cock was stiff and erect, slightly larger than his normal five and a half inches, and thicker too.  Normally his cock was a normal skin color, slightly more pinkish when he was excited, but now it was almost a dark burgondy as the blood filled his cock but was restricted from leaving his cock while it was so erect.  Circumcised, the head was a deep purple and the piss slit flared out more than she had expected.  When she bent down to touch his cock, she found it harder than she had ever felt it before.  Samantha, slowly stripped out of her short dress and lacy under garments, as Bob groaned and tested his bondage.

Her pussy was equally more aroused then normal, well for sexual encounters anyway.  For the first several years of their marriage all was great.  Bob came home from the office horny, often screwing her before dinner in urgency, to be followed later after supper and perhaps a movie, with a long satisfying session that left them sated until the morning alarm rang.  Sam smiled down at Bob as she let the last of her garments drop to the floor, remembering how she enjoyed his morning erection deep and tight in her pussy before he even had a chance to take his morning piss.

Yet as those few years passed, seemed to lose his sense of urgency in the early evening trysts.  As those forcefull sessions waned, and then ceased altogether, his sexual performance was more quickly finished leaving not nearly as satisfied as they once did.  Oh, to be sure, she still orgasmed, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips, forcing his cock as deep as his five and a half inches would enter her, until his pubic bone was crushing her clitoris.  But he seemed quite content to roll over and soon be sleeping away, leaving her to finger herself to a second organism while he lay sleeping.  Also too, to make matters worse, she could not count on the early morning sessions, as he would, although kind enough, push her away to urinate and shower.  By the time he was done, well there just didn't seem to be any point of 'getting all sweaty and stuff'.

As the seventh anniversary passed, Samantha was beginning to wonder if the old adage of the seven year itch was true.  These wonders, then later fears, were often times fed by his working so long at his computer, set in a more secluded area of the house so he 'would not be distracted'.  His evenings were taken up more and more with his computer.  She had begun to get so sure of his cheating that she thought about perhaps hiring a detective to find out with whom he was cheating on her.

But that was abruptly shattered, and Samantha wonder if it would have been better to find out he was sleeping with some chick at the office and having nightly cybor on the computer.  She had gone shopping, telling Bob she needed some craft supplies.  She often did this, more times recently than previously obviously, and it was not uncommon for her to pick up a girl friend of her, her sister, or even one or two to neighborhood wives and be gone several hours.  That day she had forgotten her list of items though and and had to return a half hour later, leaving her best friend in the van, as she entered the house to retrieve the list magneted to the refridgerator.  As she knew he would be, Bob was busy at the computer and never noticed her coming in, nor the fact she had walked up behind him in shocked silence.

Bob was naked jacking off his cock to images on the computer.  Sometimes he slowed off his hand fucking as he downloaded a .jpeg or .wvm, only to speed up as the disgusting scene played out.  Of the two videos she did watch, hardly breathing as she stood there in shock, one was of a man tied to the wall and getting his ass literally whipped raw.  The other was of a man, bound much like Bob was now bound at her feet, while some trashy bitch groaned and moaned, grinding her cunt on the man's face while using a crop to whip the man's belly, thighs, and the scene faded as the crop landed on his cock and balls, each 'screaming' out their pleasure.  How fucking sick was that?

She managed to leave the house, still unnoticed, and even managed to put on a smile as she strolled with her friend through the arts and craft store.  But inwardly she was feeling sick and betrayed.  'Man, he's getting his rocks off watching some perverts!' constantly sounded in her mind.  That was the first, and certainly not the last, night she did not coax his dick to some ressemblance of erect and attempt to satisfy herself.  She shuddered involuntarily when he place his arm aroung her, placing his hand safely just over her bellybutton.  Though she felt repulsed she even managed to twist around to give him a kiss good night.

That next day she did something she thought she would never to, ever.  She violated his privacy to find out just what the stranger that was her husband did on the computer.  By looking at the recent places area, she discovered, though he did indeed do some office work on the computer, by far most of his time was surfing the internet for porn.  Not any porn, but female domination porn.  Unbelievable women that controlled wimpy men with ropes, chains and whips.  Sure there were some dominant places, where the man was a hunk, but the theme there was far from domination.  The man, well Sam figured most men, would happily lap some gorgeous bitch's cunt, in supposed servitude.  The man's cock was erect, and much to Sam's consternation, easily twice the man meat of her husband's worthless cock.

Over the next several weeks, Samantha Grender, a virgin on her wedding night, began her own foray through the murk and muck of internet porn.  There seemed very few sites geared for women. Heck, Sam thought, there weren't ten women in town that were as fit, young, or as beautiful as the majority of women on the sex sites.  Certainly she was not as lithe and athletic as the bitches that Bob seemed to find attractive.  And like Sam soon discovered, unless she went to gay sites, there was not a plethura of hard handsome cocks, at least not as many as there were of widespread,  pink-lipped, neatly trimmed pussies over rose colored puckered assholes.

But she did find a few sites interesting.  She even managed, at first guiltily, to finger herself to an orgasm as the sex played out on the computer screen.  Finally, as the sex waned to near non existant between them, Sam feared their marriage was going to be nothing but an empty shell with no intimacies, until the day came, and come it would she felt sure, the empty marriage would collapse.

Yet Sam deeply loved the man who so gently and patiently took her virginity so many years ago.  Losing him did not seem desireable.  Sure some would say she was weak and afraid to lose the wealth of his business, but that, at least at first, was not on her mind when she began to set up a small camera to record his 'trysts' on his own computer.  All she wanted was the proof, and then when she confronted him, she wanted to know why.

Of course it did not take long before she had her proof.  Another trip to the craft store with Bob's sister this time, yielded for her the next day the opportunity to see him stripping naked at his computer, tying a small cord, it appeared, around his cock and balls, to finally end up with his groaning and cumming as some heavy handed big titted whore beat some hapless fellow's balls.  It was with apprehension she pulled out a picture from the .jped that showed his cock spurting with the scene froze on the computer screen of a man, if indeed some such sick individual could be thus described, had his mouth open under some woman's cunt.  Piss streamed to fill to overflowing the man's mouth and a whip could be seen descending to leave a red welt on the man's inner thigh.  She saved it as a .bmp and used it as the desktop background.  She then made a video herself, starting out calmly enough, but at the end, it was with tears evident on her cheeks, she ended the clip with 'don't even bother coming upstairs until you can explain this.'

***

Bob felt sick to his stomach when he turned on the computer. The background picture was impossible to miss and the video of his wife accusing him then seeming to change, taking the blame on herself for not being what he really wanted.  He sat back in stunned depressed silenced, sickened that his wife was thinking herself the cause of his perverted nature.  And how to explain it?  He had spent years of his life trying to turn away from those feelings.  How it started he had no idea.  He spend the night fully clothed on the sofa, having conversation after conversation with himself.  The only way possible he felt through this was to finally tell the truth.  So when Sam downstairs, he did.  There was crying.  There were weeks of loneliness as each avoided the other.

Samantha determined to understand, perhaps not how her husband had become this way.  But she was determined to know what 'this way' really meant.  So it was not her goal to find sexual release and the 'easy way out', as she accused her husband during those first tormented discussions that were little less then open fights and accusations.  She reread the stories he had downloaded, reviewed the sites he seemed to visit most frequently, and even worked hard to find individuals, such as Bob, that, at least as far as she could tell, were sincere in offering opinions why they were like they were.  Eventually she felt she might be able to help him experience some of his fantasies.

It started very slowly.  Simply tying him up and teasing him on the bed got him excited, and, well, she had to admit, at least let her have some cock.  With near constant 'suggestions' from Bob, Sam managed to tie him tighter, tease him longer, and even occasionally swat him on the ass.  She had determined they would use a safe word, much to Bob's dismay.  And all seemed to be improving, until Sam asked if she was doing all right.  Again a rocky time of several several weeks occurred after Robert explained that 'if she were doing all this for his sake, then it was all pointless'.  The whole idea was that he wanted to feel she was in complete control.  No safety net of a safe word.  No making him cum just to make him happy, although those orgasms were tremendously satisfying.  He tried to make her see that he wanted to be completely controlled.

Again Samantha had taken counsel with her new friends on the web.  This time she listened more to the women of the relationships, finding that many of them, although often beating their partners, did indeed love them.  Even the most sinister sounding of the women, had, at one point, the same difficulties she was faced with.  At least the ones she felt she could believe.  And the one point each seemed to stress was that she would not be able to fool Bob about being in control or actually using him for her pleasure.  Finally Felicia nailed it for her. "Face it, either you want him or you don't.  Kick him to the curb and make him feel miserable all his life, and you too, from the sounds of it.  Or kick him in the balls and have him gobbling your cunt eager to give you the best possible orgasm he can.  And keep him for life."

So it had begun more in earnest three weeks before the shower Bob is taking.  Three weeks to gather items she felt she would need, and a few she most likely would not ever use.  Two weeks it took her to finally convince Bob's sister Jane, her significant other named Rose, Carol, a single woman that lived a few houses down the block, Christine, her best friend that she had roomed with the one term she went to college, and Mary, married to a man Samantha really did not much like, to accept a vacation package.  The only one she confided in completely was Christine, and even she was not told the entire story.  After all, Sam was not sure what was or how the story would go.  Mary was a special person in her life, as with all the shit going on in Samantha's life with Bob, it seemed that Jake was less then kid and gentle.  When Mary began to wear long sleeved shirts on the hot summer days, it was a call to Sam, at least in Sam's mind, that she needed to find a way to help Mary.

The last week prior to the start of their trip, Sam began in earnest to find out if she could even seriously make it work.  She treated him more harshly, though never really whipping him.  She kept him tied for hours, only giving him respites to keep circulation in his limbs.  Mostly though she spent hours, using a modified chair for the purpose, with her pussy just touching his lips and his nose scant fractions of an inch from her asshole.  When she felt like she wanted something in her pussy, she simply got up and rode his ever hard cock.  The only thing she really missed, and it bugged her, was his furiously humping her.  But she would figure it out, in due time.

So the night before the shower, was much like the previous night, rougher perhaps, but growing more satisfying to Samantha.  After coming to the coastal inn, she and Bob went to have a light dinner.  When they got to the room, she had Bob strip and assemble the wooden framework on the floor next to the bed.  Bob took his position, arms and legs spread along the approppriate planks, where Samantha clipped the wristlets and anklets to the rings.  She put a collar on his neck and clipped it to the crossbar plank.  Using a belt, she cinched it tight around his belly and the part of the plank that crossed under the small of his back.  A couple of more modified belts and collars, his elbows were fastened to limit their ability to interfere.  And his knees were spread as far apart as possible, giving him more then a sense of vulnerability.  She had to let him lay like that for a couple of hours while she ignored him and watched television until his cock again shriveled to a more manageable size, then working quickly, she pulled his cock through the ring, pushed one ball through the ring, pulling some extra scrotum through the ring, then, despite his groans, forced his other ball through the ring.  Once the ring was on aroud the base of his cock and balls, his cock soon was far too erect to remove the ring without cutting it.  That night was the first night Bob was required to not only kiss her ass, but Samantha was not satisfied with a few pressing of his lips on her ass cheeks, she wanted it all.  A long slow, tongue deep in the ass french kissing of her puckered opening.  Using the leash attached to the ring around his cock and balls, Samantha rode his face to the best orgasm since this whole sordid affair started.  Whenever he seemed to falter, she tugged on the leash until he groaned and strove to press his tongue deeper into her asshole.  And when she was ready to orgasm, she held the leash tightly in the center, pulling harshly on his genitals, then began to swing the free end of the leash to his belly.  As she began to grind her ass and pussy on his face, the blows became more erratic, with the leather ring landing beside his cock and balls, and against the inside tender skin of his thighs. To celebrate her orgasm, she purposely swung the leash to send the leather handhold of the leash against his balls.  Obviously this was not near as painful as say a crop or quirt used on tender swollen balls, but since it was Bob's first experience of having his nuts struck, on purpose, he let out a scream.  Being surprised, if that seemed so likely, and worried of the possible noise being noticed, Sam pressed her sopping cunt tight to his open mouth.  The vibrations felt remarkable to her already over sensitive vaginal lips.  When she felt him begin to struggle for breath, she lifted her dripping pussy from his face while he gulped for air.  Just as he started to mumble somthing, she again lowered her pussy to just brushing her cunt lips.  His labored breathe sending thrills through her body.  The another sharp slap with the leash, whose limp chain did more possible damage then the leather that was far too light to damage his testicles, the leather again made him scream out as she lowered her open cunt to accept his scream.  It took five more swats, to total seven the same number as the years of their marriage, before Samantha simply found it too difficult to lift her quivering, orgasm spent cunt from Bob's cum and sweat soaked head.  She simply fell to the side and slowly managed to get her one leg off of Bob's head.

It took several minutes for her to recover.  But when she saw the look of adoration in Bob's face, she knew she had passed the test.  Not only the test she had given herself but also the test that Bob had forced her to take.  Would she be able to use him?  Obvious she could, and for that Bob was completely grateful.