Poles

Chapter One

Gaming

Having been successful using board games to get B.D.S.M. sex before (in "Rounds"), I thought I'd give it a try again. The memory of that night was strong in my mind but I could tell that she had dismissed it from hers.

We were playing a board game with the kids on the living room floor. She was winning and we were all having a lot of fun.

At one point she went out to the kitchen to get something to drink. I followed and we had a couple of moments alone.

I was smiling and it was good to see her so confident and upbeat. She appeared even a bit cocky, so I took the bull by the horns, as it were.

Smiling, I stepped in close to her and let my eyes hold her for just a moment. Then I said, "Seeing as how you think you're so great; why don't we play for private stakes? It would be just you and I. On the surface, we'd still have fun with the kids but if I win; you're mine to do with as I want."

"And if I win?" She was very confident that I would lose and it showed.

If I wanted the game to have meaning, her reward would have to be something she really wanted.

I spread my hands apart and lifted my palms up as I asked her, "What do you want?"

She thought about it for a moment and smiled and said, "You do all the cooking, cleaning, and laundry and most important...you don't bug me for sex...for a week!"

No real surprise there. She never wanted to do any of those things anyway. The fact that I helped a great deal around the house meant nothing to her. She was never satisfied and if she won, she'd get to coast entirely free of chores for seven days. For her, sex was a chore, probably because she didn't like to lose control and she was very uncomfortable with intimacy.

"Sure!" I said as I smiled, "All the chores and no sex for a week...if you win."

We shook hands and went back out to the living room to continue playing. On the surface, everything was as before. She continued to win and I was a distant last until the final quarter of the game. I had resigned myself to chores and a close relationship with my right hand.

Then fortune smiled upon me. It seemed I could do no wrong. The kids laughed and groaned as I swept past them. She looked on in shock as I quickly gained on her position.

In the end, I won quite handily. The kids offered their congratulations and went off to play outside. She looked down at her defeated game piece, then up at me in shock and a little fear.

She looked down again and said, "I can't believe I lost!"

"Will you honor your word?" I queried calmly but firmly. If she intended to wiggle out of this, I wanted to know now.

"Must you?" She asked resignedly.

"Oh yes! I absolutely must!" I said with the utmost conviction.

She looked down and said, "Well, then, it seems I have little choice in the matter."

I wanted a clear understanding between us, so I asked her again, "Will you honor your word? Will you submit to me tonight after the kids have gone to bed?"

She looked up, her green eyes meeting mine fearfully and asked, "You aren't going to do all those nasty things to me, are you?"

"Oh yes, all those nasty things and more. " I replied evenly.

She sighed and looked down, "Yes, I'll honor my word." She said with utter resignation.

I was delighted and regarded this little display of reluctance on her part as so much nonsense. If she truly had felt in danger or uncomfortable; she'd have said no. She had in the past and she would in the future. But tonight, she was mine to do with as I pleased!

Chapter Two

Basement Bondage

After we were sure the kids were safely asleep, we went downstairs. I took a moment to lock the basement from the downside so we wouldn't be disturbed by someone wanting a glass of water at an inopportune moment.

The basement was well lit and I intended to take full advantage of that fact.

"I want you to take off all your clothes." I said calmly, even though I felt anything but calm. I could feel my excitement rising as she silently doffed her things on the chair.

In our semi furnished basement were two support columns about six feet apart. The carpeting we had installed allowed us to use the basement without the discomfort of a cold cement floor. It would serve us well tonight.

"Stand between the two columns." I directed her. She looked confused so I patiently restated my directive, "Stand between the two poles."

Obediently, she moved to where I had directed her and stood quietly with hands held modestly over her breasts and mons. I laughed to myself at this last. After all, I had been present during both the conception and birth of both our kids. She had sexually tormented me and been tormented by me, more than once. This display of 'modesty' was nothing but a control technique and I wasn't about to relinquish control; not tonight anyway. So I kept a straight face.

On the ceiling about eight feet up between the two poles was a very strong hook I had installed some weeks earlier. Unless someone went looking for it, it was easy to miss and if it was spotted, I could claim it was there before we moved in or that I used it to secure things to the ceiling. I rather liked the last as this was true (sort of). I have never regarded my ex as a "thing" but the spirit was what counted; that and privacy.

Taking the step ladder I kept at the bottom of the stairs, I placed it in the open position directly in front of her and directly below the hook.

Earlier that evening I had discreetly loaded up a banker's box with the sexual toys and aids from our dresser. Taking it downstairs I had placed it on a shelving unit in a corner of the basement.

Now I retrieved the box and placed it on the laundry sorting table against the wall behind me and between the two poles.

"You planned this!" She said accusingly.

"Yes I did." I replied right back in a calm voice. I made sure to make eye contact before I spoke and I spoke in a confident manner that I did not truly feel. In this case, it was the appearance that counted and I made sure I gave a confident one.

It took but a moment to tie her as I wished. First I bound her wrists together. Then I tied one end of rope to her bound wrists and looped it over the hook in the ceiling. After that I tied the other end off at the bottom of one of the columns.

I made sure to place a ball in her right hand. If she wanted out or to stop, all she had to do was drop the ball.

In the end, her wrists were bound together and held high above her head. Her ankles were also bound together as she stood on tip toe. I finished off the look with a piece of duct tape over her mouth.

Her eyes were luminescent and her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps as she pulled helplessly on the restraints. I was in a similar condition. My arousal held me in its grip and I was glad of it.

"Now the 'Game' could begin," I thought triumphantly!

Chapter Three

The Rules

I took a moment to ogle her. Being a very repressed female, she rarely let me observe her naked so this was a rare opportunity for me. I sighed and smiled as I felt desire beginning to pool in my loins.

She looked up into my eyes, then quickly away but I had seen her desire and such coy defenses were not going to save her from my advances tonight. I allowed myself a slight smile as I stepped closer and reaching out, I grasped her left nipple.

I heard her groan through the tape as I toyed with her soft flesh. She refused to look up into my eyes. Instead, she tried to pull away. Such an action was, of course, quite futile. I laughed.

"So you want to play the reluctant heroine, do you?" I asked her rhetorically.

She continued to look away and act as though she was not the slightest bit interested. Judging from her shallow, excited breathing, the wild look I'd seen earlier in her eyes and her now swollen mons, I knew better.

Abruptly, I turned away from her and stepped over to the box with the toys. I picked up the shiny leather belt and ran it through my hands. Turning back to her I said firmly, "I have a game we are going to play now...Look At Me...I have a game we are going to play now."

Fearfully, she had raised her eyes to meet mine. When they fell upon the belt, she began to shake her head and pull even harder on the restraints that held her nude and available for her next torment. Bound as her ankles were and standing on tip toe, she was unable to move away from me more than a few inches. I enjoyed watching her try.

"Oh Yes! We are going to play the game of 'Confession'. Do you know how to play?" I asked her rhetorically because I knew that she did not, having just made up this version on the spot. After all, I was in charge and it was my rules tonight.

She had quit shaking her head but she could not tear he eyes away from the belt in my hands.

"Here are the rules. First, I shall torment you until you confess. Second, if I think your confession is too phony; you will be punished. Third, if I think your confession is too quick; you will be punished. Fourth, if you take too long to confess; you will be punished. Fifth, if I believe you have confessed within the spirit of this game but I'm sexually aroused by your naked body struggling helplessly; you will be punished for my sexual pleasure. Sixth and final rule, this rule is my little secret but I promise to tell you about it before the end of the night." I stated these so-called rules in a calm even voice.

Her eyes got big as she looked into my face and she tried to cry out to me through the gag; probably about the unfairness of this game. I could see her breathing fast and hard as she realized there was no escape!

"I do realize that these rules are unfair but it is you who are nude, bound and available so it's you who are going to suffer for my pleasure tonight." I was full of lust as I stated this and we both knew that if I touched her between the legs, she'd be sopping.

Chapter Four

The Belt

Walking behind her, I ignored her unintelligible sounds and futile thrashing about. That she didn't want to be whipped was obvious. So was the fact that she hadn't dropped the ball.

Rearing back my right hand, I let fly with the belt. It landed with a wet sound on her upper back. She howled through the gag.

"Oh relax!" I said with more than a little exasperation, "That didn't hurt...but the next one will."

But I only applied a little more force on my next slash of the belt.

The way it whistled through the air, the wet sound it made on impact and the way the red mark joined its first companion were alluring. More alluring still was her reaction. She gripped the rope that held her wrists above her head and I watched her tighten her body against the blows. She cried out as the belt landed but her protests were unintelligible through the tape gag.

I enjoyed them far too much as I wound up and lashed her again upon her upper back. A third red mark joined the first two and my desire grew.

I felt my erection begin to grow and I deliberately walked in front of her. When she looked in my general direction, it was obvious that she thought this part of our activities was over. I made it a point to make sure she was watching as I hitched my obviously hard cock around to a more comfortable position.

She looked away quickly but I knew that she had seen. I walked back to my place behind her nude, bound helpless form and made ready to continue. She shook her head slightly and groaned an unintelligible protest through the gag. I drank it in like some heady wine.

At that point, I began to whip her nude, bound helpless form in earnest. The belt danced out and caught her back, sides and even licked around to caress her front.

With each wet smack of the belt, she cried out through the gag and pulled helplessly against the restraints that held her firmly available for my pleasure.

"We have just begun my sweet." I thought deliciously to myself.

At one point, I could see her mood change from that of a helpless and reluctantly lusty sub to an angry frustrated vixen. However, I was in no mood to submit to her now. She was mine tonight and I intended to take full advantage.

Finally, I could see that the belt had aroused her as much as it was going to. Her cries through the gag blended well with the swish of the belt and the wet sound it made as it landed on her upper torso.

I left her ass alone as I had a special treat in store for her and I needed her unbeaten butt for it to be most effective.

While I could have continued for quite some time, I could see that she had reached her limit which meant that we had reached our limits, at least, when it came to using the belt.

Again, I was pleased to notice she had not dropped the ball despite her protests.

Chapter Five

Toys

I walked past her and back over to the laundry table and dropped the belt back into the box. Pausing to peer into the contents, I decided upon what next to use upon this woman who was my oh-so-responsive toy for the night.

Behind me, I could hear her gasping and struggling against the now cruel restraints. The very idea of what we were doing and what I was about to put her through made my erection grow even harder through my pants. It was a sensation I took a moment to savor.

Reaching into the banker's box I pulled out the two items I knew I'd need for her next torment.

Laying one down on the table, I picked up the other and turned dramatically towards her.

The electric vibrating wand, complete with cord was something that had always bothered her. She had always protested that it was too strong and that she wouldn't be able to stand it. Tonight we'd find out.

Predictably, she started struggling and complaining unintelligibly through the gag as soon as she saw the wand in my hands.

"Oh, did you think that we had stopped playing "Confession"?" I asked her innocently. The powerful sex toy belied my innocence and leant an air of menace to my mild demeanor.

Her fearful eyes met mine and she tried to plead with me. I rather enjoyed watching her bound, nude body struggle uselessly.

Then I stepped over to the wall and plugged the wand in. Stepping back to the table I picked up the other item and stepped toward her.

Her face was a study in shock as she began to divine what I had in store.

"Oh yes, the wand will be giving you pleasure but this item," I waved the other thing I had picked out of the box, "This I'll be using during the next phase of the game."

I held the electric vibrator in my left hand and a riding crop in my right.

She shook her head but I ignored it and her muffled protests. I actually enjoyed her futile struggles as I stepped over to stand between the pole and her left side. Facing her left side kept the wand in my left hand ever ready to be applied to her mons. The riding crop in my right hand was, of course, freely available for use on her tender posterior.

She was standing with hands together held above her head, nude, on tip toe and with her feet bound tightly together. I was so close I could smell the shampoo she'd used that morning. It was all too alluring and I had to struggle not to take her down and use her right there.

She was so wound up that she missed seeing my reaction to her.

"Oh relax!" I said with more than a little exasperation, "I'm not going to hurt you and you know it. Have you forgotten that you can stop this by dropping the ball?"

It was obvious that she had forgotten that very thing. She turned her face away from me and looked down in embarrassment.

"Do you want to stop?" I asked calmly, although I did not feel calm.

I didn't want to stop but I'd be damned if I was going to force her. Eager or nothing was my motto and I was determined to live by it.

I needn't have worried. She shook her head no (she actually wanted to continue) and I knew what had happened. She'd entered that emotional place called subspace and needed a moment and a gentle hand to help her out.

"All right then! Let's continue, shall we?" I said with as much conviction as I could muster.

The momentary lapse in scene behavior was something necessary but now it could be discarded and she stepped right back into the role of reluctant heroine.

Chapter Six

Back and Forth

I held the wand in front of her face. She appeared almost hypnotized by it. Unable to tear her eyes away from it, she actually flinched as I turned it on.

She never saw me wind up my right hand, never had an inkling that I was going to start whipping her with the crop until the first lash landed.

Then she shrieked and jerked hard against her restraints. He muscles pulled hard and her eyes got very big in reaction to that first blow.

I drank all this in and lashed her a second time; all the while holding the buzzing wand in front of her face.

I made a grand production of slowly lowering the wand towards her genitals while lashing her a third time. She hardly flinched as her eyes followed the wand on its path. Making delightfully fearful protests, her eyes got bigger as the wand got closer to her naked, swollen cunt. Unable to move away, she struggled helplessly in place. She shrieked again as the lash found her unprotected posterior. She shook her head but seemed unable to tear her eyes away from the device in my left hand as it neared her defenseless pussy.

I ate up her struggles and lashed her yet a fifth time. She flinched and yelped but her main concern was the wand about to touch her there, in her most private place.

Seeing where her biggest fear was, I fed right into it. The wand finally made contact with her swollen genitals.

Her reaction was loud and very erotic. She pulled away from the wand and moved right back into my sixth stroke to her nude butt. She jerked and flinched. I found this all very entertaining, so I repeated it several times.

At this point I changed the activity slightly. While holding the wand in place I lashed her several more times but she hardly acknowledged them. All her attention was focused on the electric wand's constant contact between her legs.

Suddenly I pulled the wand back but I did not turn it off. Leaning closer still, I started interrogating her.

"Will you confess now, Madame?" I asked rather imperiously.

Turning her head until her eyes met mine, she mumbled her defiance.

"Hey, fine with me! I can keep this up. All...Night...Long!" I said maliciously.

I touched the wand against her privates. She jerked her butt slightly back only to encounter the crop as it landed hard. She shrieked as the wand touched her and then shrieked again as the crop landed.

I lifted the crop away and moved the wand back. She took a breath and I repeated the torment. First the wand against her cunt, then the riding crop on her ass, as she pulled back.

"Confess!" I demanded harshly.

But she simply looked forward and mumbled something defiant behind her tape gag. So I took a moment to put the wand under my right arm and I ripped the tape off her mouth.

"You'll have to speak clearly my dear." I said condescendingly.

"Gee! Thanks, maybe I will!" She shot back rather tartly.

I shrugged and grabbed the wand with my left hand and once again held it on her most sensitive and very swollen cunt. Then I landed several harsh blows to her helpless posterior. She cried out and struggling, begged me to stop and suddenly I did just that.

She gasped with relief and I smiled at that.

"Ah well, fun as this is, it's time for the next phase." I informed her calmly

I ignored her protests and turned back to the table where I laid down my instruments of torment, momentarily.

Chapter Seven

Pole Position

Walking back over to the shelving unit in the corner of the basement I picked up two small rectangular pieces of eight by eight (wood). Each was about a foot long. I carried them back and placed them on the inside of each pole with the longest side on the floor.

She looked confused and never having seen what I had planned, I didn't blame her. None the less, I kept my face as inscrutable as possible.

"Now you have to choose, easy or hard." I kept my phrasing as succinct and oblique as possible.

Then I explained, "I'm going to untie your legs and you are going to spread them as far apart as possible and stand on these rectangles. Then I'm going to tie each of them to the poles. You can do this voluntarily or I can force the issue but either way, you are going to be tied with your legs apart."

She started to make some futile rational or protest but I cut her off, "Easy or Hard?"

"She looked stricken and with downcast eyes she said, "Easy."

I remained silent as I untied first her ankles and then I loosened the rope holding her up on tip toe.

Shake your arms and shoulders out a bit." I said gently.

She did as I directed her. Then holding onto me for balance, she stepped onto the rectangles on the inside of each pole. I drew the rope on her wrists taught and I kept pulling until she was once again on tip toe. Only this time her legs were obscenely spread about six feet apart.

Stepping quickly back to the box I got out two more short lengths of rope and tied her ankles to the poles.

I stepped back to take in the total picture.

The effect as electric; there she stood, nude, bound with hands high above her head. Her legs were wide apart and her feet precariously balanced upon two rectangles of wood.

Her eyes were glassy with desire a she met my gaze and her breath was long and slow.

"Fuck me." She pleaded with hot desire.

I confess I was very tempted to do just that.

Instead, I shook myself as if coming out of a daze. Turning back to the table, I picked up the wand and the crop and turned back to face her.

Stepping in near to her face, I once again held the wand before her eyes.

"Confess!" I said, in my best interrogators voice.

"Never!" She cried out defiantly, her eyes lancing into mine with hot outrage at having been turned down.

Well, it had to be my way, not hers and since I was the one in control, I had to exercise control if I wanted to stay in control.

"Fine...We'll go with the next phase." I said evenly. It was my eyes that showed her, I was the one in control here and not her.

I trailed the end of the crop around her right breast, down her stomach and across the front of her taut right thigh.

She struggled against this invasion of her body and we both knew where the next series of blows were going to land.

"No, no, you wouldn't!" She pleaded, her eyes beseeching mine.

But I pulled the crop in my right hand over to my left shoulder and then, gently tapped her on her bare pussy.

She grunted and tried in vain to pull away while telling me what a bastard I was.

I tapped her again between the legs and she cried out but it was more in outrage than in fear or pain.

Several more times I tapped her gently on her bare cunt. The effect was very rewarding and she put on quite a show for me. Once again I was tempted to break out of my role and just fuck her but I knew I might not get this opportunity again for a while. So I kept to the script I had envisioned ahead of time.

Chapter Eight

Final Fantasy

I stepped back from her then and put the crop back on the table. Stepping toward her, I held the wand menacingly before her eyes.

"If you thought it was intense before, wait until you feel it now!" I said quietly, my eyes hot with desire.

She shook her head and begged me, "No, Please! Don't touch me!"

I smiled and flicked the wand to life before placing it directly below her open vagina.

She looked down at it with big eyes and an open mouth as I slowly lifted the humming wand up.

I stroked her very sensitive vagina with it from back to front and was rewarded with her shriek of fear and desire. So I repeated the stroke again. She shrieked and pulled against the ropes but they held her firm.

"Feel that, do you?" I asked her mockingly.

I smiled as she gave me a fulminating glare. As I stroked her yet again, that glare turned to fear and desire instantly.

"Confess!" I commanded her.

She looked away defiantly and secretly, I was pleased.

I stroked her now dripping vagina with the wand yet again. Her struggles and noises were most rewarding.

"Confess!" I said yet again.

She shook her head, no doubt not trusting her voice not to break at this point.

The wand made its trip from the back of her pussy to the front and she cried out and contorted against its constant hum. Her face was twisted into a mask as she struggled to maintain her emotional distance.

"Not tonight!" I thought to myself, "Tonight you'll do the buck and struggle whether you like it or not."

"All right, I've had enough of this nonsense!" I said with phony impatience. Personally, I could have kept it up for a lot longer but I could tell she was nearing the end of her abilities to handle what I was dishing out.

I put the wand directly against her hot cunt and held it there!

"Confess!" I snarled.

"Oh please stop!" She begged, her eyes searching my implacable gaze for mercy and finding none.

"Confess!" I reiterated.

"No, no! Please, you mustn't!" She cried out helplessly

"Oh but I must. Now Confess!" I said my face scant inches from her pleading struggling eyes.

"Oh No! I'm coming!" She cried out, "You're making me come!"

"Yes, I am!" I said menacingly, "And I'm not going to stop tormenting you with this. Now Confess!"

"Oh Please, I'm coming! I'm coming!" She cried out with great passion.

My cock was iron hard as I held the ward against her nude thrashing body throughout her savage climax. I damned near came myself.

As she convulsed a final time, I moved the wand away from her most sensitive place.

"Will you confess?" I queried her before she had taken any time to get her bearings, "Or will I have to continue with this torment?"

I touched her with the still humming wand and she shrieked. I laughed a little in excitement and touched her there again. She may have come but I was still in the grip of erotic arousal.

"All right already!" She cried out dejectedly. "I confess, please stop tormenting me!"

I stepped back, turned off the wand and let her get her bearings for a couple of moments. When next she met my gaze I gave her some food for thought.

"Remember when I spoke of the sixth rule?" I asked her gently, a half smile upon my lips.

She began to shake her head "no" in advance of what she knew was coming.

"Oh Yes! Now that you have confessed, the sixth rule can be told and acted upon. The sixth rule is that if you confess, then you must be punished!" I said this mildly but a cruel smile played upon my face.

She looked at me in fear and horror but also with more than a little desire. It was so nice to have a mate who was multi orgasmic.