Part I

Ian hated house work, it felt all wrong. He did not consider himself a chauvinist but all the same, cleaning, washing, that was not a job for a man. Unfortunately since he and Kiersty had got married it had become necessary for him to do his fair share of chores. He was a postman., which meant he worked shifts, starting early or finishing late. Kiersty worked in an office 9-5 which meant that she usually got home just before 6. He worked Saturday mornings so she did most of the laundry then but week days he did his share. . She was quite a catch, blonde, shapely and very affectionate. He loved everything about her. Their relationship was based more on mutual respect than physical attraction, the fact that she was beautiful was a bonus, not the main stay. Her looks may deteriorate but her mind and their mutual interests would remain.

He had decided to clear out the built in wardrobe. It had been her flat, which they had moved into until they could buy their own. together. As things turned out they were in no hurry to move. There was a lot of clutter at the bottom of the wardrobe so that his trousers never seemed to hang straight. He would collect it all together and they could go through it and decide what was worth keeping. He did not recognise half the stuff in here and wondered when was the last time anyone had actually touched it. Right at the back was a closed box. It was heavy. Either Kiersty was stronger than he thought or she had just been filling it and never actually taken it out again. He hesitated. Perhaps he was not supposed to look. He quickly dismissed the thought, they were married and had no secrets, at least he didn't.

It was full of magazines. No wonder it was heavy. So what does the woman of today read? he wondered. The top two or three were ones he recognised but looked virtually unused. Strange, he thought, that's not like her, why tidy them away? The lower down ones were more dog eared. He flicked aimlessly and then stopped. He suddenly realised what he was looking at:. Naked women. Surly Kiersty was not bisexual? Then he looked again. The women were in forced positions, held there with ropes. They were bondage magazines. There must have been thirty or more. All women, all bound, mostly with rope but occasionally there were chains and leather straps. He was fascinated. Where did she get them? When did she get them? Why did she get them? Why had she not said anything? Did she want to tie him up? No there were no men here. The only conclusion was that she wanted to be tied up herself? He looked again at the pictures. The women were tied every which way. Some spread-eagled, most were in some sort of hog tie. Many wore gags, some were blindfolded. Some wore lingerie, most were naked. The text indicated that this was a sexual activity but there was no actual sex pictured or implied.

Why had she not told him? He had heard stories of people who tie themselves up for kicks. He had always considered them to be unlikely in reality. What if Kiersty was actually one of them? Where would she hide things? He went to her knicker draw. Right at the bottom under all the lingerie was a carrier bag. Inside were several lengths of neatly coiled rope and a few things he could not identify. He was slightly intrigued, but his overall feeling was of being upset and confused. Sure their sex life was not over exciting but he thought they were happy enough. She had shown little enthusiasm for sex but she had never refused him and seemed content with what they did. Perhaps she was satisfying herself without him? He would have to confront her, but what should he say? How should he proceed? The last thing he wanted was to ruin a beautiful marriage.

He considered the idea of tying her up. He had no idea where to begin, or what she might want. The magasines might give some clue but it was unlikely that he would know for certain without actually asking her, or her demonstrating. Now there was a thought. A plan of action formed in his mind.

Kiersty arrived home prompt at ten to six. He had made sure that she found nothing unusual The wardrobe still looked a mess, the dinner was ready. She threw her coat onto the bed put on her slippers and returned to the kitchen.

"Had a good day dear?" He asked casually

"Oh, the usual. And you?"

Ian tried hard to keep his voice calm, "I had quite an interesting day actually."

"Not another re-pick?"

"Nothing so mundane, I'll tell you about it some time, any way hurry up the dinner will spoil."

During the meal he looked at his wife with new eyes. She seemed aware of his gaze but could not know what he was thinking or why. They watched a bit of telly then he disappeared into the bedroom while she cleared up the plates and put them in the dishwasher. He had to make some preparations, then waited for her to follow him. He had covered the bed with the magazines, with the carrier bag visible in the middle. She froze in the doorway. He watched her take in the sight and go bright red.

"Oh my God," she whispered barely able to speak.

"I came across these in the back of the wardrobe,” he told her, casually flinging one of the magazines across the bed, “I presume they are yours? I certainly have never seen anything like them before."

"Yes, they're mine." she stammered," I was trying to pluck up the courage to tell you about them."

"I see."

She looked very uncomfortable and embarrassed. He waited for her to make the next move.

“What can I say?” She said quietly, “I see you have also found my little bag of toys.”

He had not reached right into the bottom of the bag so he was now intrigued as to what might be termed toys

“You mean this?” he said dramatically emptying the bag. There was something leather and some bits that looked like jewellery. “Why did you not tell me?”

"I was afraid you would laugh. Or run. Or something. I don't know. It seems so...."

"Kinky?" Ian ventured.

"No, just unusual." She countered her voice a little harder. Perhaps he had struck a nerve?

"Well I admit it took me by surprise,” he conceded, “I can’t say I am happy either. I just want to know what you get out of it?”

“A little excitement?” she ventured, “a little fantasy.”

“Surely you cannot have an orgasm while being tied up?”

“You can,” she assured him, “but that’s not the idea.” She confirmed.

“Then what is the idea?” He demanded

“I tie myself to get excited,” She explained weakly. “I then have an orgasm afterwards. By hand,” she added quickly, as if he might think she was having an affair or something.

She was still standing in the doorway.

“Do I not satisfy you?” He accused.

“It’s not that,” She said quickly. “I just don’t get any satisfaction from sexual intercourse. I hoped that a regular partner would make a difference but it hasn’t. It’s not you.” She added quickly, “It’s me.”

Ian was shocked, “Why couldn’t you tell me?”

“I have never shared this with any one. I hoped I would not need it once we were married but I was wrong.”

“How often do you tie yourself up?”

“It depends on your shifts and how I feel. Sometimes I go weeks without and other times I will do it two or three nights in a row.”

“Do you wear anything special for this activity?”

She flushed again, “I don’t wear anything at all.” She reddened further. “I take my clothes off completely.”

Ian watched his wife squirm. She looked like someone in front of a headmaster or boss. She did not seem to know where to put her hands, or where to look.

“I’d like you to show me.”

She looked at him quizzically.

“I want you to show me how you tie yourself up.”

“But I told you,” she said nervously, “I have never shared this with anyone.”

“I would like to see what makes my wife so excited she wants an orgasm without me,” he insisted. He had never used this tone of voice with her before. He was asserting his authority, and she was wilting rapidly.

“But....”

“No buts,” he said firmly. He softened slightly adding, “I might like to have an orgasm myself. If this is what gets you going, then we can both have some fun.” He then smiled disarmingly.

Kiersty’s face changed. Was it excitement? Wonder? Fear even?

“What now?”

“No time like the present. You have all that you need?” It was a rhetorical question, she could not refuse him now.

He watched her undress. He had seen her undress many times, of course, but this time was different. She seemed very self conscious, her movements were jerky and her breathing had noticeably quickened. With her clothes scattered around her feet she paused uncertain.

“Where do you start?” he encouraged, “talk me through it. I want to learn what you like and why you like it.”

There was a pregnant pause. She nervously picked up one of the lengths of rope.

“I first tie my breasts,” she said with a small voice.

“Show me,” he ordered.

She unwound the rope and placed the middle behind her, crossing in front then over and round her breasts several times squeezing them. She tied a neat knot in front. She was still very shaky but she had obviously done it many times before. The result was neat and effective.

“Why?” He asked.

“It bunches them and makes my nipples more sensitive.” She answered. “When I am tied up it makes it more interesting.”

“And these?” he lifted up a pair of clips.

“They are for my nipples,” She confessed, “I put them on later.”

She took another length and took a turn and a half around her waist finishing back behind her a quick half knot and then, to his surprise she brought both ends between her legs. She made a large knot, apparently in mid air then pulled the ends through the waist rope at the front tying it off neatly. As she tightened it the knot nestled in the entrance to her vagina.

“It’s called a crupper,” she explained. “It makes things more interesting.”

She gave a little twirl. Ian noted the way it pulled between her buttocks

“I now have to get on the bed.”

Ian collected up the magazines into a pile and shoved them back into the box. She sat down and he noticed her wince slightly as she brought her legs towards her. She swiftly tied her ankles together then, to his surprise repeated the procedure above and below her knees.

“It is much more difficult to have an orgasm with your legs together.” she told him. “Apart form blocking access it tenses you up making it harder to let go. I once tied a vibrator between my legs but I came too quickly, so I just use the crupper. I can’t reach orgasm but it does stimulate me a bit. I like the restriction any way.”

She was sat legs slightly bent, halfway down the bed.

“The hardest part is to secure my hands,” she said. “It took me quite a long time to work out how to make it feel tight yet be able to get free.

“You are forgetting these.” he held up the clips to remind her.

“There’s no need for them now, you get the idea,” she said quickly changing the subject.

“I want to see the whole thing,” he said firmly.

She made to complain but shrugged.

“As you like.”

She took the clips and attached one to each nipple. Her face betrayed the strain that the clips would cause if left for any length of time.

“It actually gets easier after a while,” she assured him, I have worn them for have an hour.

Ian wondered if this was just bravado.

“And this?” he questioned holding the leather piece that he assumed was some sort of gag. There was some sort of wadding in the middle where the stap widened out.

“I don’t always put that on,” she said, “only for special occasions.”

“I think this qualifies,” he insisted offering the gag to her.

She reluctantly took it and pulled it into place tying it off behind her head. The wadding went into her mouth and the straps gave her a sort of grimace. As she moved to find another piece of rope it was clear that the gag was very effective.

He watched in fascination as she took another length of rope, made several turns round her left wrist and tied it off. Next she took two turns around her waist and threaded through the secured wrist. Her left wrist was now attached to her waist. She tied a simple knot so her wrist was attached at that point. She then made a loop with a slip knot tensioned against her this knot. She now swivelled the rope so her left arm was behind her. Her right wrist went through the loop and a gentle pull and it tightened against the other wrist leaving a small distance between them. She rolled onto her back to look at him her eyes showing a certain amount of triumph. She tried to say something but the gag prevented it. It was clear that although it would feel very secure the slip not cold be released by reversing the pressure on her right wrist. The more she pulled apart the tighter it felt, but if she grabbed the right wrist rope with her left hand she could loosen the tension and free herself.

“Very neat” Ian complemented. “May I take a closer look?”

She turned her back to him. She did not notice him casually grab another length of rope and before she realise he had looped it over both wrists and tied it off. There was a muffled squawk as she realise she had been tricked but it was too late. She was now unable to free herself.

Ian made a few extra turns for security and tied it off again. There was still a long length which he threaded through her ankle fastening. There was a more startled attempt at calling out as she realised what he was doing but she was in no position to fight him off. He pulled the rope and her legs were forced back towards her hands. He noted that the thigh tie was digging more into her as her leg muscles expanded and assumed also that the crupper would pull harder into her. He fastened off the hog tie and stood back to watch.

Kiersty was barely able to move but he could see her straining at her bonds futilely. Having over tied her wrists there was no way she could escape, and her other knots were not meant to slip. She turned her head towards him and made indecipherable noises, before turning back. He watched her straining and writhing as much as she could. Eventually she lay on her side defeated.

His first impulse was to rush and free her.

“Perhaps I should remove the gag?”

To his surprise she shook her head.

“You do not want me to remove the gag?” he asked incredulously.

Her head movement definitely changed to a nod.

“But how can I know what you want?” he asked out loud, knowing she could not answer.

“You trust me not to hurt you?” he said gently

Another positive nod.

“Can I touch you?” He expected a negative response but she nodded again. She had told him that sex was not the prime reason when she was on her own, but this was obviously different.

“For now I think I will let you savour this moment.” She looked a little bewildered. “You have never actually been bound like this, unable to free yourself have you?”

She shook her head, her eyes rolling slightly.

“And you are finding this exciting?” he did not really need to see her answer. Her whole body was quivering, her face was flushed and her breathing shallow.

“Then I will let you considered what I might do next.”

To be honest he did not know what to do next. He had got this far in his mind, now he had her helpless he was not sure what he wanted, or what she might like or dislike either. Despite what he had said he ventured a touch to one of the clamps on her nipples. Her whole body shuddered, and she shut her eyes but apart from a natural urge to struggle there was no sign of objection. He withdrew and she seemed disappointed.

He perched on the edge of the bed and he saw her eyes following his every movement He saw her tense as he moved again, but this time he was not aiming for her. He reached down to the box on the floor and took out one of the magazines. He had always thought that it was only men who bought this sort of thing but he was learning a great deal that day. He idly flicked through the pages. There were a lot of picture spreads and one long story. He glanced at the letters page and several caught his interest and he read them more carefully. He occasionally looked up to see what Kiersty was doing. She was no longer watching him, her eyes were half closed and her muscles seemed to be perpetually tensing and relaxing as her body accepted the position it was being forced into. He wondered who would tire of this game first? He put the magazine down.

There was a sign of strain on her face. He could not tell if it was pleasure or pain. The hog tie was much more restrictive than the way she had restrained herself and the ropes were biting into her. He got up and his movements gained her attention. He walked around the edge of the bed and her head followed until he was behind her. He expected her to try and move so she could still see but instead he saw her tense expectantly. He released the hog tie, making sure he did not disturb the rest of her bindings. She immediately straightened her legs and rolled over putting her wrists out of his reach. She was obviously not ready for full freedom yet.

“What to do with you?” He mused almost to himself. He gazed at the naked and helpless woman and there was a new feeling welling up inside him. She was so vulnerable. With her legs locked together he could not just drop his trousers and ride her into oblivion, but he now had the opportunity to explore the rest of her body. As he approached another thought crossed his mind. He had an opportunity to try out a sexual variation of his own, less unusual perhaps but one that he had not tried. When they had first got involved the subject of oral sex had arisen, but despite his requesting it, she had flatly refused him, this might prove the best chance to change her mind. He gave no indication to her of these thoughts when he turned his attention back to her.

“Those clamps must hurt terribly” he said sympathetically, there was no way to interpret her response. He decided to release one and kiss her nipple better. She was obviously unsure of his intentions and seemed to want to resist his touch but as his lips closed over her swollen nipple he sensed expectancy. His first touch was light, unsure of how it must feel. Her knees came towards him in reaction and he had to hold out his arm to prevent getting kicked. Her head movements were more wild as he sucked harder and she mewed through the gag, he vaguely wondered what she must be trying to say. The other nipple was treated to a similar kissing she flung her head left and right unable to prevent the powerful sensations he was causing. He explored the parts of her body that were available to him. Kissing her neck and behind her ears, noting what made her react and whether it seemed pleasurable or a trial. He massaged her bottom and pulled at the rope disappearing between her buttocks. That produced a definite response her hips moving forward and back simulating full intercourse. She was pulling uncontrollably now and he was going to need some relief himself soon. He reached up and pulled out the gag, her mouth opened and flexed her jaw but as yet she did not speak.

"Oh God." She whispered.

She exuberated heat and excitement. A touch between her legs revealed a wetness that he had never known. He stole a kiss. A hard kiss. She was unable to resist as he probed her mouth with his tongue. He was aroused now. She was so helpless, so willing yet unable to dictate his movements. She punctuated his movements with groans, squeaks and gasps, her movements were frantic within the limitation of her bonds. He returned to her opening and squeezed his hand past the rope, it seemed incredibly tight and with her thighs locked together he could only just probe a finger through, but was met with a moist reception. He wiggled it mischievously. He withdrew and she howled a complaint.

“Not yet,” he said, I have needs too you know.”

“You will have to open my legs then.,” she gasped.

“Maybe not,” he said quietly.

It took several moments for her to comprehend what he was saying, then suddenly she struggled like a woman possessed, trying to free herself.

“No!” She snapped. “I told you before, no!”

“You are in no position to stop me,” he informed her.

“I’ll bite it off,” she spat.

“I will not release you unless you comply,” he said firmly. “Consider it payment for not telling me about your little games.”

She did not respond immediately, so he busied himself with her breasts, rubbing over them and tugging more firmly at her nipples. It was obvious that she was very aroused, but as yet he could not be sure whether she would give in or not. He pressed hard on her groin and tugged wickedly on her crotch rope. She was still struggling wildly but there was to be no escape.

“Do you agree?” He demanded. There was no reply. “Perhaps I should put the gag back and let you stew for a while?” He suggested.

“I’ve never done it.” She murmured.

“I have never got into bondage games before,” he replied, “So we both can try something new.”

“I’ll choke,” she complained.

“I doubt it, other girls do it why shouldn’t you?”

“I don’t want to,” she said weakly. “Now untie me.”

“No, he said firmly. “You are going to let me come in your mouth, and that is that. If you try and bite me I will leave you tied up all night. You have never done that either, I should imagine.”

There was a prolonged silence. She lay almost motionless although he could still see the tension running through her bound body. He was not sure whether she would agree, or whether he would carry out his threat if she refused him. She might actually like the idea of being tied up all night.

“I have no choice,” she said almost inaudibly. “I will have to agree.”

He could see fear in her eyes. She was genuinely terrified at the thought of what he was going to do. His resolve almost failed him. He dropped his trousers and pants slowly in front of her and she gazed in what looked like a mixture of horror and fascination. He was large, and erect. He finished undressing and stood towering over her. She was helpless before him, her eyes fixed on his swollen cock. She cowered at the head of the bed.

“Come here.”

He knew it would be difficult, but he did not want to have to man handle her too much. She moved across the bed, the effort made her wince her eyes were wide.

“Open wide,” he instructed. She did not obey immediately, but slowly her mouth opened. He guided his cock inside and let her feel him. It was not the easiest of positions but with her head tilting forward there was no chance of choking.

“Now close your lips over me,” he said as gently as he could. He rested his hands on her head but did not hold her firmly, “Now suck,” he ordered, “gently,” he added as he felt her suck with all her might. He was not going to last long but he wanted to savour this moment. As the orgasm welled up inside he pulled back but she did not release her mouth from him. He climaxed and she coughed and dribbled, but he was sure she actually swallowed some. It felt good.

“Perhaps I should untie you now” he said almost sheepishly, amazed at what he had just done.

“No,” she whispered” you owe me an orgasm. Just untie my legs, leave the rest in place until I have had my fill.” She rolled back into the middle of the bed and stared at him.

He carefully undid the ropes holding her legs together, casually running his fingers up her thigh as he did so. With her legs no longer locked together he could reach inside her but only with difficulty, the crupper was still blocking his way. It took another couple of minutes to prise open the knot holding it in place. He was now free to get a good look.

His fingers explored her vagina finding what stimulated and what did not. At one point she cried out and he noted not to go there again. He found the small protrusion that must be her clitoris and flicked it playfully, her jerks confirmed that he had found his mark. He toyed around, drawing circles, sliding over, and brushing gently. He pulled out and she groaned. He sucked at her breasts with gusto. He felt her writhing under is touch.

"Finish me off.....please" she pleaded.

He had never done this before. Sex had always been full intercourse; they were both learning new things this evening. His fingers found their mark and rubbed vigorously. She jerked and bucked and screamed as wave after wave of orgasm flooded over her. Ian had never seen her like this, and realised what had been missing in their sex life up until now.

"Don't stop!" she shouted. He wondered what the neighbours would think. He hoped no-one would call the Police, as it would be difficult to explain what they saw. His fingers worked on.

"Enough." she called, and he pulled out.

“Slowly!” she screamed, ”let me down slowly.”

Ian was a little confused but realised that she wanted him to still rub, but not so intense, like you would cooling down from exercising. Eventually she stopped writhing and he withdrew again.

She lay back against the headboard panting, her hands and torso still bound. Her mouth slipped into a smile.

"Wow." she sighed. "Perhaps you could untie me now. I am stiff as a board and I need a drink.”

The knots had tightened but he managed to undo them all. She rubbed her wrists vigorously then grabbed a drink from the glass that she always kept beside the bed and drank deeply.

“We should do this again sometime” she said wistfully, “I even enjoyed sucking you off, despite my fears.”

“I thought for a moment I had gone too far,” he admitted.

“No, I had fantasised about being forced into oral sex, you just took me by surprise.”

“Now she tells me.” He muttered out loud, then turning back to her, “Anything else I should know?”

“We’ll see, “she said mysteriously, “I’m full of surprises.” She smirked. “We have a long time ahead of us hopeful, assuming I haven’t scared you off. Perhaps I can introduce you to the joys of being tied up? ”

He did not reply immediately. He had had enough new experiences for one night, but the future now looked a little more interesting.

“Let me get used to the idea of tying you up first,” he concluded.

She smiled disarmingly. “You didn’t seem to have a problem.”

“You did most of it yourself,” he reminded her. He picked up another magazine. “Perhaps I will get some ideas from here? While you tidy this mess up” he added. He glanced up to see his wife hesitate briefly before gathering up everything. He noted the care in which she wound up the rope. ‘She is keen’ he thought, this could be just the interest he was looking for. Shame he was never in the Scouts. He had a lot of learning to do, but it was going to be fun.


Part II

Ian’s latest discovery was an affront to his manhood, and his ego. This bondage business was not as easy as it appeared. So far Kiersty had taken less than 15 minutes to squirm out of his attempts at tying her up. He had not counted on her trying to, let alone being able to escape. He thought she wanted to be tied up.

“I do,” she told him, “but it has to be real. I have had many years of doing it myself and being able to get out at anytime. I now want to be completely helpless.”

So Ian was now surfing the net. There was plenty to see. It was clear that the most secure methods involved handcuffs or leather, but that would involve expense that they could not afford. Rope was cheap and Kiersty had enough already to tie up and army, well may be not, but she had plenty.

He wondered vaguely how people coped before the Internet was invented? Books, probably, but whether you would find the right book for this subject? ‘Basic Bondage for Beginners’ perhaps? Or ’50 ways to tie your lover’, maybe? ‘Ties & Titilations’? Somehow it seemed unlikely. However the Internet did provide the right information, complete with pictures.

It was clear that he was doing it all wrong. He had to double the rope and then cinch any loose turns. There were several other ideas that he might try if this became a regular activity. There was also the point about safety. He had never thought about such things but it was clear that they needed to sort this out as well. First he had to get Kiersty’s confidence, and respect. He would have to tie her properly. Then they could have a good chat. An idea started to form in his mind.

She had said that once she had tried using a vibrator while tied up, that implied that she actually had a vibrator. At the time he had let the information pass unquestioned, now he wanted to know if there were any other toys he was not aware of. Now where would she hide them? Where would he not be expected to look? Either in her knickers drawer or her makeup and lotions cupboard, at least that’s where he would start. She was not due home for several hours. Plenty of time for a good rummage.

How long had he known her? They had been married for nearly a year but he had been going out with her for almost 5 years. Nearly six years and all this time he knew nothing of her bondage interests. He had always thought himself a man of the world but he had never come across anything like this. At first the idea had taken him by surprise. Watching her tie herself he had felt left out. This was something she had not shared with him and he wondered why. She had said she thought it might scare him off. What if her interests went beyond just bondage? Was she in to pain and torture? Why would someone want to be hurt or tormented? He admitted, he did not understand, but he wanted to. The images and short videos had done little to excite him. He could not imagine himself in those situations and the subjects did not seem to be enjoying it either. It might be different if he knew that it was what she wanted.

His guess was correct. Under her knickers were several hard objects. The first he recognised as a vibrator. He had never actually handled one. He twisted the end and it burst into life. Quite a powerful vibration. If this was supposed to be a variable speed it was the equivalent of fast and very fast. For what he wanted he needed slow. Perhaps he could reduce it’s power by removing one of the batteries? He put it down and investigated the next object. It was made of rubber and looked a bit like the end of a spear with a flat base so it could stand up. He had seen something like that on the net, now what was it? It was smooth and flexible yet firm, a ‘Butt Plug’.

“That must be dreadfully uncomfortable,” he said out loud. There was no one to hear of course. “I wonder what else she has?” He found himself feeling slightly nervous. This was almost frightening.

In a box were two balls joined by a short chord. “Love Balls” it said on the outside. There was even instructions with them. You insert them into the vagina and they move about. Then there was a long stiff wand that looked like a load of beads joined together. It would bend slightly but it was obviously meant to be pushed in. The beads got bigger the further down the shaft. He would have to ask about this one. Last he found a metal chain with a loop at each end. The loop was like a small noose that would tighten on itself. It was less than a foot long, and surprisingly heavy. As he lifted it up in both hands he knew what it must be. The width was about right to stretch between his nipples. He lifted his shirt.

Sure enough, with a bit of effort he could attach one end to his nipple. He did not like how it felt and was not tempted to try it on both. His nipples were small, Kiersty’s were quite large. This would stay quite firm he decided.

“That must hurt more than those clamps she had,” he said again to no one.

It was clear that Kiersty was interested in pain and discomfort. Why were these hidden somewhere else? Perhaps they were new? He doubted it. They had little money for extravagances and were saving up for a deposit on a house. Perhaps she had tried them and did not like them? Or maybe could not use them? He found a carrier bag and put all these new finds into it. Now to decide how to proceed. Once again Kiersty must not suspect what he had found. He did not like deception but this was serious. She had been keeping things from him. Marriage should be based on trust, or so he thought. He loved his wife dearly, but he had to admit this stuff was making him a little agitated. It was all so strange. He wondered whether he could actually torture his wife? Even if she wanted it? What if he started to enjoy it? What would that make him?

He went to the wardrobe and idly picked up a piece of rope, unwound it, doubled it. He took a turn round his own wrist and doubled it back through itself. Yes that was it. He rewound it carefully and put it back. It did not take long to halve the battery power in the vibrator, a piece of wire to replace one. Now it could be quite gentle. Now where to put the carrier bag? He needed to be able to get at it. Their flat was on one level so it would not be difficult to retrieve where ever, but she must not see it until she was secure. He settled for the cleaning cupboard. She would never look there!

“Fancy another try?” He said casually after they had let there dinner go down.

“Can you stand another humiliation?” She said brazenly.

“I’ll take my chances,” he answered evenly, “I think I’ve got it sussed.”

Kiersty raised an eyebrow. “Taking lessons?”

“A little research,” he responded.

He followed her into the bedroom. Her demeanour was one of sufferance. It was clear that she did not expect anything, except perhaps disappointment.

“Do your worst” she told him, placing her hands behind her and standing petulantly in front of him.

Ian had already doubled the rope. As he pulled it back against itself there was a questioning gasp from Kiersty. When he split the rope and cinched it neatly she pulled her wrists and found little movement.

“You have been busy,” she complimented.

Ian said nothing. He found one of the longest lengths, doubled it again and pulled the loop under her breasts but over her arms. He thought he heard a slight snigger, as if she thought she this was going to be easy. May be it was his imagination? Having made several turns over and under her breasts he split the rope, cinched between her breasts, then crossing over her chest took each round the back of her neck and looped under the opposite arm cinching there as well before tying off at her back.

“Oh,” she said, as he finished, “You do seem to have go the idea.” Her demeanour was changing. Was that the short pants of breath he had witnessed as she tied herself?

“Now something to distract you” he said mischievously.

He fashioned the crotch rope like she had, and tied it off to her wrist rope, then tensioned it up to the two strands behind her neck. Now , if she pulled down to relieve her crotch it tugged at her breasts, and if she raised her arms it pulled even harder at her crotch.

“Hey that’s not fair!” She complained her face showing tension as she tried to move her hands.

“I thought that was the idea,” he answered looking her straight in the eye.

“I don’t think I can get on the bed,” she wheedled.

“Then go into the kitchen,” he suggested.

“The kitchen?!”

“Why not? We are on the third floor, no one will see you.”

“But.”

“No buts” he said slapping her bottom, “into the kitchen. Off you go.”

He was pleased to note that she did not object to this contact and obeyed immediately. Her gait was a little awkward due to the crotch rope but her hands were rock steady just a slight flex in her fingers. He was winning.

He pulled out a stool from under the breakfast bar and patted it.

“Take a seat” he suggested.

It was not difficult for her to just perch, but he was not going to leave her like that. He had brought in several coils of rope and proceeded to tie her ankles to the stool, then her legs forcing them wide open. He stood back to admire his handiwork.

Kiersty was not moving. Admittedly she had little movement available to her but she was not squirming or trying to escape. She sat, her eyes following his every move. She was motionless except for a feint shivering. Ian had made sure that the temperature was if anything on the warm side so that could mean only one thing. He pulled himself up the other stool and she seemed to try and shy away from him. He left a safe distance between them and sat astride the stool, almost mimicking the way she was being forced to sit, except of course he was free to move.

“I assume I have passed the test this time? Third time lucky!” He mused out loud. Kiersty did not reply. She had a look he did not recognise. He waited, watching her, watching him.

“This is not what you imagined is it?” He said carefully.

“No.” She answered her voice very feint.

“Do you want me to untie you?”

“No.” this time a little more firm.

“So tell me,” he began picking his words carefully, “you must have some sort of story or idea when you tie yourself up. Are you kidnapped? Are you tortured in some way? Do you escape? Help me. What do you want to happen? If we are going to do this I have to know. I seem to have scared you and I do not want that.” He paused. She still seemed a little uncertain.

“I assume you are not going to wriggle out of this one?”

“No,” she said again, “I don’t know what you have been doing but I am not going to wriggle out of this, but it is not what I expected. I feel very,” she paused trying to find the right words, “vulnerable,” she decided, “exposed. I have never had my legs held apart before. I feel so vacant.”

“But does it excite you?”

“Yes,” she confessed.

“I have a confession to make as well” he told her. She looked puzzled. “I have been rummaging through your knickers drawer.” Her face went white as a sheet in an instance. Despite her assertion that she would not escape she suddenly seemed keen to try. Ian’s rope work held, but he did fear she might make the stool topple over. Eventually she gave up.

“How dare you?” She almost screamed.

“I thought we were married,” he said quietly, “you know, what’s mine is yours and so on.”

“But....” Her voice trailed off.

“You were going to have to tell me sometime, or did you think I would never be able to tie you up so you could not escape?”

She squirmed uncomfortably. He had obviously hit the nail on the head.

“I admit, I thought you couldn’t do it,” she confessed again, “but why did you look?”

“I wanted to know what you were thinking. I must admit that what I found surprised me, even scares me a bit.” He retrieved the bag from the cupboard. Kiersty’s eyes followed him as best she could.

“This is what I was looking for,” he told her, brandishing the vibrator. “You mentioned vibrating yourself so I assumed you had one somewhere. “I thought I might see for myself.”

Kiersty swallowed visibly.

“But maybe later.” He thought he saw a sign of disappointment.

“These look interesting”, he said pulling out the balls. “No good now.” He dismissed them perfunctorily. For another time if there was one he decided.

“Then there is this,” he said pulling out the chain. “You do seem to like torturing your nipples.”

Kiersty squirmed again. This time Ian put the bag down still holding the chain.

“Now let me see.” He was waiting for some sort of complaint or refusal. Kiersty’s eyes opened wide, her mouth opened as well but no words came out. She tried to back away but the movement caused the stool to wobble.

“I’ve only tried it once,” she said her voice slightly higher than normal. “And I took it off again.”

“Seems a waste, “ Ian mused out loud. “I assume you can just loop and tighten.” He said his actions mirroring his words. Kiersty gasped. “Then the other one.” A moan escaped her lips. “Now that’s not so bad is it?”

“Your not wearing it,” she moaned, but still no demands for release.

“I’m sure it will get easier after a while,” Ian encouraged remembering her comments before.

“Which reminds me: we need to establish how I know when I have gone too far? I think it’s called a ‘safe word’. I haven’t gone too far have I?”

There was a feint sign of strain on her face.

“I don’t think so,” she managed. “I don’t know. This is all new to me.”

“It’s new to me I can assure you,” Ian replied, “but about the safe word?”

“I saw a program somewhere where they used amber for wait and red for stop everything. I am close to amber.” She confirmed.

“I can wait a few minutes if you like. “ Ian said, “See if you can cope.”

“No go on, it might distract me from my nipples.”

“As I was saying, “ Ian continued, as if nothing had changed, “I was not surprised to find these things, what did surprise me was this.” He produced the butt plug. “I assume it goes up your bum.” His choice of name was deliberately light. “You should now be glad that I made the crotch rope so tight, I don’t think I could get it in.” He went behind her, out of her sight. “I quite like your bum,” he went on, “but I am not sure about anal sex. It seems a little dirty.” He placed a finger into her quivering behind. Her bottom was actually hanging over the stool slightly allowing him free access. Her fingers clenched and he felt her tense up. He debated trying to insert the plug, despite his doubts. Then he remembered the other thing. His finger came out clean, much to his relief. He came back in front her eyes were closed.

“Perhaps I should try this instead,” he suggested brandishing the beaded wand. “I have never seen anything like it.”

“You’re supposed to use KY jelly to help it in,” she said her voice more than a little strained, but the information was enough to confirm its use.

“You mean this,” he said mischievously. He had noted the use of lubrication when surfing the net and had seen the tube and picked it up as well. He started to spread some liberally onto the beads. Kiersty was looking agitated again.

“I’ll make this simple for you,” he said, “I want to test your capacity and sincerity for this business so here is the deal: you say amber, I pause but eventually I can continue, you say red everything stops here and now, bondage, everything.”

Kiersty looked a little aghast.

“So what’s it to be?”

He knew that look. She was going to see it through.

He wasted no time. The crotch rope was very tight and by pulling it he affected both her wrists and her breasts.

“I think you should try and relax,” he said unhelpfully. It was clear she was unready for what was coming. He pushed slowly. Her bottom tensed. He risked a smack. She jumped but no complaint. He filed the information for later use.

“Relax! Take it!”

He pushed again. It went in, surpassingly easily. One, two three beads.

“Oh fuck.”

He had ever heard her swear before. He decided not to push it any further, but neither did he withdraw it. She looked a little comical with a beaded tail.

“Oh God.”

“He won’t help you.” Ian said. “That’s as far as we will go for now.”

“It’s unbelievable. I have never felt anything like it.” She said the tension still in her voice. “But I think,” she paused, “I think I not only can take it.” She paused again, her resolve increasing, “I think I like it.”

Ian's' respect increased. His own resolve was crumbling. How could he treat his wife this way?

“So now what? Do you want me to leave you now? Do I sit and watch? Do I play with you? Do you want the vibrator?”

“I will admit that the vibrator sounds nice. I also am curious to see how I can cope with what you have done already” she seemed to have regained her composure. “I can’t do anything. You decide.”

“You were telling me about your fantasies?”

“I was?”

“A while ago, yes. You were going to tell me what you thought about while tied up.”

“I sometimes assumed I would free myself before my attacker returned, but that seems out of the question now.” This was a backhanded compliment if ever Ian had heard one. He smiled inwardly. “Otherwise,” she continued, “I had to endure what ever was being done to me.”

“What sort of things?”

“Nipple torture, obviously. I had thought about putting something in my ass, I even bought those things, but I never went through with it.”

“Not even once?” Ian was regretting his insistence.

“No, but it is delicious.”

Delicious? That was not a word Ian would have chosen or expected.

“I had even considered giving myself an enema.”

Not difficult, Ian thought, but could get mucky. Then again if he was going to play with her asshole it would be nice to know it was clean. He found himself trying to work out how to do it, then snapped out of it.

“Ever used a blindfold?” He asked quickly.

“No, but I can imagine it might make things more interesting. Not now though, please” she added quickly, “I feel vulnerable enough as it is.”

“How about the sex part. Sex is involved isn’t it.”

“I get aroused when tied up. That is the main thing. When I did vibrated myself I came too quickly. Once it happened I lost interest. I decided it was better to wait. So the idea became to tease me without actually reaching orgasm. Hence the nipples. Rubbing or pulling my nipples gets me really hot. This thing up my ass is doing much the same thing. Having my legs held open, everything, I am horny as hell and I can’t do a damn thing about it.”

More swearing, this was new. It showed something he had never seen before.

“Maybe I can? Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I will just watch.” He picked up the vibrator. “I am not surprised you orgasmed too quickly this thing is very powerful.” He approached her.

“At least it was until I fiddled with it. Now it can be quite gentle.”

As he got closer he could feel her anticipation. It was electric. This stuff really did turn her on. He rubbed against the inside of her legs and she moaned. He pulled her crotch rope and she stiffened. He felt inside and she was soaking wet. He left the vibrator tantalisingly close and backed off. Her eyes followed him as he retrieved a roll of gaffer tape. He then taped the vibrator down, with it touching the rope. A little tweak and there was a feint vibration, he increased it slightly to a feint hum then stepped back to watch.

Kiersty was shaking again, but this was not fear. There was a different sort of concentration. Her hands were pulling at the crotch rope. Here expression changed to frustration.

“It won’t come. You bastard it won’t come!”

“Language dear,” he chided, “I’m not used to all this blasphemy. I might have to find that gag of yours.”

It was an empty threat. He did not dare gag her now in case she really did have enough. She had been bound for quite a while and this torturing must be taking it’s toll. He now had to decide whether to stop everything, untie her and hope for wild sex, or let her orgasm and finish it. Did he want sex? He could take it or leave it. Watching his wife squirms was doing funny things to his libido but he was not actually turned on by this. Kiersty on the other hand seemed to be ready to explode. She seemed to be in another world, her eyes were screwed up tight, not looking at him at all. She did not seem to notice him approach. He decided the nipple chain could come off. Her nipples seemed very red and swollen. She jumped at his touch. He kissed them better and she almost screamed.

“For God’s sake finish me off!” She yelled.

He tweaked the vibrator to full, although it was still no where near the speeds it used to go. Her agitation increased but still she was frustrated.

“I can’t” she moaned desperately.

He lifted the tape and pushed the vibrator passed the rope as best he could.

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”

Her body tensed and then she bucked like he had never seen before

“Turn it off! RED! For God’s sake turn it off!”

He had to hold onto her to stop the stool falling over. He had never seen anything like it. He had no idea where to start and went behind her.

“No my legs! Please I want to close my legs!”

His ropework was not designed to come off easily. He realised that he might have to consider this in future. For now he was desperately trying to free his squirming wife. With one leg free she slammed her thighs together blocking his attempts to free the other one. He realised that the crotch rope must be very painful and set about releasing that next. He had barely loosened her hands when she ripped them apart. To his amazement her right hand shot straight between her legs and started rubbing furiously. Her breathing increased again and she obviously orgasmed several more times. Her actions became less frenetic and a smile crept across her face. She reached behind her and her face screwed up as she pulled out the beads that were still in her ass. She looked at them curiously.

“Wow.”

She allowed him to finish untying her, then perched still on the stool her bum almost completely off the back, rubbing her wrists.

“I won’t be able to sit properly for a week.” She stated, her voice tinged with something, was it wonder?

“That was incredible.” She enthused. “Having those things up my ass made it so much more intense. It was” she was lost for words, “unbelievable. Thank you.”

Thank me? That was not what Ian expected at all. He had just tied and tormented his wife for over an hour and she thanked him” She was some kooky girl. What on earth had he married?

“Can I do anything for you?” She asked “Quick blow job? I’m not sure I could take you inside me at present.” She apologised.

Ian declined.

“Not now, I need to get my head around what just happened.”

“It was wonderful. Fantastic. Delicious. Everything I have ever wanted. You were marvellous. I love you to bits.”

She ran to him and hugged him.

“Thank you.” She said again.

“You would do that again?”

“Any time! Well maybe not immediately,” she corrected. “but I loved it. Where did you learn to tie like that?”

“Off the net. There were some other ideas I might try now I know what you want.”

“But did you enjoy it?”

“I can’t say it did that much for me,” Ian confessed. Kiersty looked a little disappointed., “but I am pleased you enjoyed it. I don’t understand why you enjoyed it. It looked like torture to me.”

“But I really did enjoy it. Even the bits when I was scared silly, I still enjoyed it.”

“You enjoyed being scared?”

“It was intoxicating. I knew you would not harm me but it was so unknown and I really could not free myself. I had to accept what you did. You were so masterful.”

“What about when I spanked you?”

“I liked it. I have no problem with anything you did.”

“You swore.”

“I could not help it. I am sorry if it upset you. Perhaps you ought to punish me?”

“You are insatiable.”

“Just give my bum a little time to recover.” She said sheepishly. “It’s very sore. I assume I will get used to it.”

“That’s assuming we do this again.”

“Oh we must. We must.”

Her enthusiasm was intoxicating. Ian found himself working out what he would do next time. It would have to be completely different. Or maybe not? Perhaps if she knew what was coming it would make it more exciting? Especially if it was uncomfortable? Wait a minute! He was getting as bad as she was! Perhaps he could enjoy this after all? It was clear that Kiersty enjoyed it and wanted more. Who was he to argue?


Part III

Having worked out how to tie up Kiersty, his wife, so that she could not escape, Ian had thought his problems were over. He was wrong. Kiersty was now pestering him to tie her up all the time. She had made it clear from the start that sex was not the main motivation. Bondage excited her, just the feeling of being tied up was enough. Having confirmed that she could not escape she now wanted to test her endurance. No matter what he did she was determined that she would not have to give in.

One advantage of being a postman is that you have time to ponder while doing the round. He could conjure up ideas and play them out in his mind. It seemed that bondage was the only thing on his mind as well as hers. One interesting discovery had been the old adage that “less is more”. If he gave her a bit of movement she got more frustrated than if he made her completely immobile. He once tied her thumbs together and not her wrists. She was furious. No matter what she did she cold not release herself but it was tantalising her to try. She had claimed it to be the most frustrated she had ever been and that he wasn’t to do it again! On another occasion her tied her upper body and arms but left her free to walk around tethered by the neck to a eyebolt he had screwed into the bedroom doorway. He had placed her love balls in her pussy and the butt plug up her ass and left her to stew. When eventually he released the tether she was both weary and a little angry. He then gave her a quick pat on the bum before banishing her to the bedroom, still tied up to wait for him. He found her writhing on the bed unable to get comfortable but unwilling to stand up either. It had been a minor success for him and it was several says before she pestered him again

The thing she feared / liked the most was the enema. It had been her idea in the first place but it had not turned out as she expected. Instead of feeling pressure on her backside it was much further up. The first time the water had been too cold and she had cramped almost immediately, in her stomach. The pain had been excruciating. Research on the subject showed that such things were normal, and harmless. The result was that Kiersty now knew that cramps were both possible and permissible, and the anticipation or dread kept her from struggling or even moving. Yet she found the whole thing an enjoyable challenge, or so she said. Normally the butt plug was used to prevent early release. She could not expel the plug and it protected the bed or floor from leakage. Sometimes Ian would tell her how long she would wait, and sometimes she just had to endure it. Once he had insisted that she sucked him off before he would release her, but normally this was not a sexual activity. Her satisfaction came from being able to expel the enema down the toilet.

Then one day she suggested he did not plug her. She was convinced that she could hold the enema at will. Ian was not so sure. It took him a while to decide how to test her theory safely and without getting mess every where

The first thing was to buy an inflatable paddling pool to keep things off the floor. It was only 4 feet across meaning that Kiersty could not stretch fully inside it or get away from whatever came. She watched him inflate it with a curious look on her face.

“Strip off then.”

She looked at him quizzically.

“This is the test you wanted.”

He tied her hands behind her and wrapped several turns around her chest, cinching them under each arm, but this was not an erotic tie. Her breasts hung free. He made her lie down in the paddling pool and tied her ankles and legs together.

“This is different,” she commented.

“If you try to get out of the pool I will hog-tie you. Now I want to watch the football. It takes two hours including match reviews and so on. We will see how you are after that.”

He then busied himself preparing the enema. As he administered it to her quivering body he wondered whether the significance of the pool had reached her. If she failed then she was going to have to lie in it.

“Enjoy yourself,” he said. There was no reply. He resisted a pat on the bottom.

She was behind him as he sat watching. He was not really aware of whether she was moving or not. He was more interested in the football. It was a good match.

Suddenly there was a gasp from behind him followed by the sound of escaping water.

The smell soon followed.

“It’s mostly soapy water,” he called over his shoulder. “Whiffs a bit. They’re showing highlights of the other match in a minute.”

“But,”

“No buts, I said two hours and there is still 20 minutes to go.”

“But.”

“Do you want me to gag you?”

She did not say anything more. The smell got decidedly worse. It was putting him off the game. Still at least he was not bathing in the stuff. There was surprisingly little sound of movement coming from the pool. Every now and then would come a strain and the sound of water dribbling. Finally there was a sigh and the sound of an absolute torrent. He heard her try and sit up but the pool was now slippy with liquid in it. She slipped and there was a curse as she splashed down.

“Watch the carpet dear,” he called back. “They’re on the round up. Shouldn’t be more than ten minutes or so, then you can have a shower.”

There was over an inch of soapy, brown liquid in the bottom of the pool when he returned to her. She was wet all over, even her hair had soaked some of it up. She did not look very happy. She was panting, but there was little sign of straining. She had obviously resigned herself to her fate and discharged everything.

“What a mess.” He chided, “you could have waited a bit longer. Now I’m going to get it all over me as well. May be I will have to get you some nappies? And plastic incontinence pants?”

She gave him a look that would probably have been meant to kill. Despite himself he was actually enjoying this moment. Kiersty was looking very sorry for herself.

He stripped. There was no point in ruining his clothes. He than made a trail of newspaper from the bowl to the bathroom. He drew some warm soapy water and returned to her. She was obviously a little frustrated that he was taking so long.

“Do not get out of the pool until I say so,” he warned her.

He untied her.

“I think you are going to have to buy some new rope. This lot will have to go in the bin.” He helped her to stand and then gave her a quick sponge down to remove the worst of it.

“Now go and clean yourself up. Keep to the newspapers. I don’t want to have to get the carpet cleaned. Then come back here I can’t lift the pool on my own without spilling it”

She was a little deflated when she returned.

“Are you now satisfied?” he asked, “or did we go too far this time?”

“That was not my worse nightmare.” She answered carefully. “I had wondered what it would be like to lose control of my body. I never bargained on you making me lie in it though. You thought the smell was bad. You should have been where I was! And the to have it all over me. Oh yeuk! I tried to kneel up but I slipped.”

“I heard you. I was trying to shock you.”

“You succeeded.”

“I was also hoping to cure you.”

“Sorry. I am hooked. You will have to come up with something else.”

“Perhaps I should tie you into a plastic sack?”

“I’d suffocate.

“Maybe if I used a cloth sack you could still breathe.”

“I don’t think so. I am not keen on enclosed spaces. Let’s just say you won this round. I will use the plug in future.”

“But I have not cured you of bondage?”

“Your kidding! Despite the grossness I still enjoyed it!”

“You are one sick puppy. I hope you cleaned yourself up properly otherwise you are sleeping on the sofa!”

The episode got Ian thinking. He was not too sure he liked what he was thinking but he thought Kiersty might accept it, she might even enjoy it.

He made her a curry. She always drank a lot when she ate a curry and this one was hot. She drank a whole 2 litre bottle of water and then some. He had also visited the local herbal store and found a herbal diuretic for treating water retention. This piece of information was kept to himself. When he produced the pool again Kiersty looked a little concerned.

“Your not going to give me an enema after a curry?”

“No, no enema. No need to strip either.”

Kiersty now looked very confused. Their bondage activities were nearly always with her naked, apart from when her had cut her clothes off her. That had been one of the more erotic scenarios. This was definitely not erotic, at least it wasn’t supposed to be.

He placed the pool in the doorway under the eyebolt. It was a bit of a squash but it did not really matter. Kiersty’s hand were bound as usual behind her with her arms held tight as well It was the only guaranteed way of holding her. He had tried to tie her hands over her head before but with nothing to hold her arms she had been able to squirm free. So this time he ran a supporting rope from her back to the eyebolt, just enough to stop her falling over. He then tied her ankles slightly apart, again it would be easier for her to stand. The leg ties were also designed to hold her legs slightly apart.

“How much do you know about Diuretics?” He asked a slightly bewildered Kiersty.

“What’s a Die-yer-rettic?

“It’s a water tablet to give it’s common name. Encourages you to wee.”

It took less than a moment for the information to be digested. She squirmed a little uncomfortably but there was to be no premature escape.

“Have you ever wet yourself? I have. “ It was a strange admission. “I was just a kid,” he explained. “We had gone on a coach holiday and I was caught short. The road in to Weston-Super-Mare seemed like a hundred miles. Eventually it hurt too much so I pissed myself. It was very warm at first and the relief was amazing, but the discomfort and embarrassment was not so good. It took half the day to dry out.” He was not sure how much Kiersty was listening, she seemed a little preoccupied. She was actually trying to escape.

She was wearing trousers much like he had been so many years ago. Kiersty did not like dresses. Her feet were bare. He had not wanted to ruin a decent pair of slippers or shoes. She wanted humiliation? This was it.

“The rules are this,” he told her, “you can of course call a halt at any time. But if you do then there will be no bondage for a month. You have the whole evening to enjoy this one. I am going to watch telly.” He stopped. “Perhaps you would like a distraction?”

Without waiting for an answer he produced a couple of clothes pegs. Kiersty’s nipples were always prominent when she was in bondage. He could see them even though she was still wearing a bra. He carefully unbuttoned the top of her blouse and pulled the bra down. As much as the ropes around her would allow. He gave them an encouraging tweak and clamped each one. There was a shudder from her each time. Her eyes watching him. She dare not complain.

“Enjoy!” He said cheerfully as he went into the next room.

After an hour he decided to make himself a drink. Kiersty was now dripping. She also looked very aroused. He had heard that this sort of thing could be considered erotic. He had not believed it until now. Perhaps it was the clothes pegs? He decided to remove them.

With his threat hanging over her Kiersty could only watch. A moan escaped her lips as the pegs were removed. He kissed them better and there was definite signs of shuddering. As he was about to turn he realised she was actually urinating. There was an increase in the dripping between her legs. She also seemed to be almost spasming.

“Tell you what,” he said, “Next time I come back I’ll bring a vibrator to stuff down your pants. I was not quite expecting this reaction. Oh well, takes all sorts to make the world go round. I don’t think you will be wanting to join me in a drink?”

He found that he could no longer concentrate on what he was watching. Kiersty had really surprised him this time. He was actually getting horny at the thought of how she looked. He remembered joke he once heard about three people arguing over how had designed human beings. He could not remember everything but the punch line decided that it must have been an Architect - because only they would run a toxic waste disposal through a pleasure zone. He knew from experience that it was virtually impossible to urinate just prior to or immediately after orgasm, perhaps it worked the same for women? He also remembered that once he had wanked when bursting for a wee and the result had been almost painful but very powerful. And the relief afterward when he had gone to the loo had been almost like another orgasm.

He changed his mind. He was going to vibrate her himself.

He pulled down her soaked trousers and panties. Kiersty tensed. He prodded the vibrator into her.


“I can’t hold it, “ she complained. Ian’s hand was drenched. Despite this he persevered. The flow ceased. Within a minute Kiersty had started her familiar pre-orgasm shaking. Ian turned the vibrator to full. Kiersty could not resist.. She tried to bend over and pulled the metal eye out of the door frame. With her support gone her natural reaction was to try and bed her legs. She over balanced and crashed into the pool ending up on her back. Ian got showered as well.

He started to untie her, but she was writhing in the pool from the aftermath. It took longer than he might have expected. She pissed all over him. He could not tell if it was deliberate or not.

“Serves you bloody well right,” she giggled. “I’m going to be on that loo all night now.”

“I’ve a good mind to leave your hands behind you all night an’ all” he responded, but he could see the funny side of it.

“Now let me get out of these clothes.”

The whole thing backfired. Kiersty now wanted a full bladder to enhance her orgasms. This severely limited how he could tie her. If her legs were held apart to allow access she had a tendency to wee everywhere. Even if her legs were held together, once she climaxed her self control left her. He now had to find some way to discourage this new fad.

He searched the incontinence sites but most of it was concerned with medication or absorption. Incontinence pads are both unsightly and un-sexy. Adult nappies and pants were worse, and they all blocked access to the area he wanted to reach. He stumbled across a travel urine collector and it gave him an idea.

The collector slipped inside her vagina and a tube carried it to a container. The idea was to rig the collector so that as the urine increased it tortured her in some way. The obvious choice was to hang it on her nipple chain but she had shown great resilience to pressure on her nipples or breasts. What if he could make it a sort of switch, that would turn on something unpleasant? A cold shower perhaps?

It took several weeks to iron out the details and get the urine collector. Kiersty was of course completely unaware of what he was planning. In the mean time he had experimented with anal sex, being the only alternative to oral sex left to him. It was very tight and he had to use a condom with plenty of lubricant. Kiersty seemed to like it but Ian wanted to be able to fuck her normally. He had to stop this full bladder business.

“I’ve got a real challenge for you tonight,” he told her just before he left for work.

Kiersty was still half asleep. “I look forward to it.” She decided.

“So do I,” he replied.

He spent most of the day going over what order he would do things.

Dinner safely over Kiersty stripped for her challenge. She had not used the loo since she had come home Ian mentally noted with satisfaction.

First he produced a sleeping mask. He had not used this very often. Kiersty’s breathing notably increased. She put her hands behind her but Ian told her to put them in front. He then carefully tied them together making sure there was no slack at all.

“Over your head,” he told her. He pulled them back behind her neck. He had worked out the way to hold them in place rigging a harness over her shoulders and under her arms.

“Different.” She said her voice slightly shaky.

“No more comments,” he told her. They had experimented with a practice golf ball to make a breather gag, which he now fitted. He then tensioned it against her wrists which produced a muffled complaint.

“Can’t make it too easy,” he said, “Might make you more reluctant to struggle. Now walk this way.”

He guided her into the bathroom. They had used most of the flat for bondage by now and their recent toilet games had made the bathroom a more popular venue. He helped her into the bath with her feet at the taps end. He encouraged her feet up level with the taps which made her settle down almost on her back. Her arms were now wedged into the bath preventing further struggling.

“Comfortable?”

Kiersty just grunted.

He wedged the spreader bar behind the taps and tied her to it, spreading her legs wide. She was now firmly stuck. There was an encouraging mew when her inserted the tube in her vagina, but this was not a sexual stimulant. It just sat on the edge of her vagina. There was disappointed groan. He quickly rigged up the collector. Then removed the blindfold. Kiersty blinked as her eyes adjusted. Ian knew that the first thing she would see was the shower head.

Ian did not give her a chance to complain. He switched on the cold tap so that there was a steady flow. She would get a little wet but the plug was not in so the water would mostly drain away.

“You have been a little selfish with your bladder games.” He told her, “I can’t have conventional sex with you weeing all over the place so this time I’m going to make you suffer. If you wee you will fill the bag attached to it and the weight will switch the flow to the shower. You are going to have to let it go some time, and you know what they say about running water. You are going to get a cold shower whether you like it or not, it’s just a matter of when.”

One of the advantages of the way he had tied her was that she could not shake her head properly. She was wedged in tight and the gag was pulling very tightly holding her head still. Ian had a feeling that Kiersty would not like this one.

As the minutes passed he cold not help but wonder what was going through her mind. She would be able to see the urine level flow along the tube as her control weakened but she could not know how much was needed to pull the switch. The shower head would be in full view waiting. The water flow would play on her mind, the expectation, the dread, the wait. How long would it be? What would it be like?

Time passed and the sound of water did not change. Perhaps she would surprise him?

There was a muted shriek. The water sound had changed. She sounded very agitated, even hysterical.

“It’s only water!” He called out. “Get used to it!”

In the end he did not make her suffer long. Two reasons: first he wanted this to be a permanent threat, and if she got used to it, then it would loose it’s potency; and second he wanted her to love him not fear him.

With the water stopped Kiersty calmed down a bit. She was obviously upset by this latest stunt. Ian fetched a chair and a towel. He started drying her off paying extra attention to her breasts and her groin.

“We have to talk, “ he told her. She grunted ineffectually. “Well actually I’m going to talk and you are going to listen,” he corrected. “When I first came across your little hobby I was a little surprised, a little upset and a little curious. As things have progressed it seems like we no longer have a normal sex life, in fact the whole relationship has changed. I now have to tie you up and force you to have sex with me. I am getting tired of controlling everything. coming up with ideas, ways of tying you, ways of testing or torturing you. Yes it does seem like I am torturing you. Even if we have conventional sex you are so worked up it is over in a flash. There is no tenderness, no thought of what I might like, no love.” He paused to put the towel down.

“So we will now have a change,” he continued. “If you want me to tie you up you have to make love to me first: slowly, tenderly, romantically, like we used to. Then we decide what we are going to do next time. We plan it together, what you might like, what you might not, whether it is sexual or testing. The bondage sessions are for your satisfaction, I might get an orgasm but the main pleasure is giving you what you want. So I think it only fair that you should give me what I want.”

He could not tell what Kiersty was thinking and the gag prevented any verbal response. For now he was going to have to leave it at that.

“Now,” he concluded, “I am going to leave you for a while to consider what I have said. Then I will see if we can make things a little bit more enjoyable for you. You realise that I am not keen on being pissed all over so if you haven’t finished emptying you bladder please do so before I return. I will empty the bag down the loo. There will be no more cold showers for now.”

When he returned he did not remove the gag or look for any sort of response to his rantings. He came brandishing a vibrator which he put to very good use. By the time he finished she was screaming again but this time it was due to too much pleasure not fear or discomfort.

The evening marked a turning point in their relationship. Bondage became just one of the activities they indulged in, instead of the only one. Kiersty apologised for her obsessiveness and made sure that he never felt neglected again, but she did like being tied up and helpless....