Suspicions part 3

-It’s farfetched to think I have a lover!

-Give me a break...

-No, you give me a break. Ever heard of self bondage?

-What?… You mean you did that to yourself?

-Actually I did.

-But the photos?...

-A camera with remote trigger! Check for yourself. All the photos where taken from the same angle...

He stared at her, torn between contradicting feelings. He marvelled at the intriguing possibility that she did it by herself, but he still felt suspicious... Slowly he got up and fetched the envelope with the photos. Sitting with his ankles crossed on the mattress beside her, he started to browse the photo pack. She crawled up behind him, looking over his shoulder.

-Hmm, I did like that one, she whispered in his ear. Look, up there you can see the ice cube holding the key to the handcuffs.

-Ice cube?

-Yeah, I used ice to keep the key away so I couldn’t get free to soon. It’s a little boring when I’m all tied up and all I can do is wait for the key to fall. But I used to fantasise about things...

-Like what?

-Like you coming home early, finding me helpless, keeping me as your prisoner of love. But it didn’t turn out exactly that way, did it?

She hugged him from behind kissing his ear lightly. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her tender love signs, but then he went back to the photos.

-You’re telling me you did that to yourself?

He showed her a photo where she was laying on the floor dressed in thigh high black boots, black opera gloves, a black leather hood and tied everywhere it counts.

-Yes, I did. I had a most exciting trip and a hell of a time trying to find the key and get loose. I was still in the shower when you got home.

-Prove it!

-What?

-Tie yourself up like that again, while I’m watching.

She crawled around him, looking seriously at him.

-Do you really mean I have to prove it to make you believe?

-Well...no. But I sure would like to watch you do it.

-OK, but on one condition!

-Name it.

If I can do that, and get loose on my own, then you try the same thing.

He looked at her with a confused smile. Then his eyes wandered to the picture and he tried to imagine what it would feel like to be in that position. His first reaction was hesitation, but after a few minutes curiosity took over. Raising his head he met her eyes again.

-I’m in!

-OK. Sit back and enjoy…

She kissed him lightly and got up slowly. Caressing herself she performed a lovely striptease, removing the last remains of her clothing. Then she fetched the suitcase and sat it down in front of him. For the next few minutes she was busy selecting leather straps, chains, cuffs and a few nylon straps that where easily tightened by pulling the free end. After having lined all the equipment up in front of him, she went away to a dark corner of the attic, returning with a pair of shiny black boots. She put her naked feet into the boots and zipped them up. He gasped for air as she rose, towering over him on her six inch heels. She looked more stunning than ever…

Noticing his excitement, she smiled at him, showing herself off for a little while, then she got on her knees and started to work. First she buckled a wide leather strap around her waist, tightening it carefully. Next she threaded a nylon strap under the waist chinch, leading the end through the middle link of her black leather handcuffs. Then she led the end through the buckle, adjusting it so that the buckle was on her belly, the handcuffs and the free strap end hanging between her legs, reachable from behind. Then she strapped her legs tight with black leather belts, both at ankles and knees.

-How do you like it so far? She asked her stunned husband as she pulled the black kidskin gloves up over her elbows.

-My only trouble is keeping calm, not interfering, he smiled.

She then placed the end of a nylon strap under the leg of a heavy shelf, and buckled three wide leather straps loosely around her waist.

-Here, she said with an insinuating smile, the key, hand it to me when you want to see the escape act…

She pushed a ballgag into her mouth, closing the buckle in the nape of her neck, under her hair. Reaching for the black leather hood, she gave him a last daring gaze, then covered her head, lacing the hood tight. Feeling around her, she took one of the straps around her waist, treaded her arms inside it and lifted it up, just above her breasts. With some effort she pulled it tight, placing the buckle in front. Then she put the nylon strap around her arms, behind her back, still loose enough to let her work on the other straps. The two remaining leather straps around her waist was used to pull her arms tight to her torso, both at a level just under her breasts and at her waist level.

For her last steps she laid down on the side, reaching down for the cuffs. With quite a lot of effort she succeeded in placing her hands in the cuffs, locking them in place with padlocks. Then she started to shuffle herself across the floor until the strap around her elbows tightened. Wiggling and struggling she slowly tightened the strap until her elbows almost touched. Then she pulled the strap free from the weight of the shelf. Finally she took the strap from between her legs and pulled. She kept pulling until her hands where pressed firmly against her buttocks and the strap buried in the softness between her legs. With a deep moan she tried to move, only to find that her work was completed. She was totally helpless, strapped tight, robbed of speech and sight. Her squirming made her bondage rub her body, sending sweet sensations through her being. She had bound her self, just as she had done many times through the past. Only this time she had done it in front of her husband, and he was now sitting somewhere near, holding the key to her freedom.

He was stunned. Nothing she had ever done before had given him a thrill even close to this. He sat unable to move for quite some time. His eyes were trapped by the marvellous beauty that had bound herself in front of him. He felt a growing urge to touch her, to caress her soft sensuous skin. But something held him back, kept him immobile as if carved out of a rock. He just couldn’t break the spell. Time flew by as he slowly started to breathe again, trying to regain control of himself. He started to imagine what it would be like to play with her, to tease her and love her, to worship her as the love goddess she was. But he felt the time improper. It was as if any interaction would break the spell. For the first time ever he was let in on her secret and was able to watch her play this erotic game. He just couldn’t break free of the illusion of being in a dream, a dream that he would break if he touched her. And somewhere deep inside he felt that other chances would come and that treasuring this moment and this experience in its wicked innocence would only increase the sensations of taking charge at another occasion. Still in a dream he tossed her the key.

In her darkness she felt all her old and familiar sensations rush through her existence. Only this time with the added thrill of having him watching. She felt more naked and more loveable than ever, fantasising of his strong hands exploring her wanting body. Still she felt an illusive shadow of doubt, of discontent. His suspicions had hurt her and she just couldn’t let go of it. Trapped in a contradicitve web of emotions she soon lost track of time, struggling to fight the shadows of doubt, tying not to give in to the sweet sensations of desire. When she finally felt the light tap of the key being tossed on her bare buttocks, without him touching her, she felt oddly relieved. Working with the skill of long experience she got her cuffs unlocked in minutes, and decisively worked her way to freedom.

As the hood came of their eyes met. In hers there was the spark of challenge, in his the glimpse of doubt. He tried to pretend he had forgotten, but she handed him the hood with a challenging smile. Slowly and with lots of assistance he copied her position. The main difference was that the strap that cinched his handcuffs to his buttocks, was not attached to a waistbelt, but to a padlock the she had locked around his balls. Finally he was done. Fully naked he laid on the attic floor in front of her, his legs strapped together at ankles and knees, his wrists locked in leather cuffs, cinched tightly to his balls. His arms strapped to his torso at three places and his elbows drawn backwards in an awful strain. Even the ballgag was in place, secured by the snug leather hood, that fit his larger head even tighter than it had fit on her.

He felt more helpless than he had imagined possible. To his surprise the tension on his balls made blood rush in his member, hardening him, increasing the strain and then the blood flow. He was trapped in a sweet hell of stimulation. As he tried to roll around he felt clumsy and awkward, almost yelling into the gag as he accidentally rolled over on his belly, pressing his manhood towards the belly, increasing the strain tenfold. Quickly he struggled to roll over to the side again. As he managed to find a bearable position, he felt her glove clad hand touch his balls. First he moaned of lust, thrilled by the sensation of her light touch, but then he felt the coldness of an other padlock, slightly, but noticeably smaller then the first being locked around his already squeezed balls.

-This lock is connected to a very short chain, he heard her say through the hood. The other end of the chain is locked to an eyebolt in the floor.

A few minutes of silence followed as he tried to figure out what this was all about. Hardly breathing he awaited her next move.

-The key to your handcuffs is locked to this padlock, which is a combination padlock with four wheels on it. You can’t reach it when your hands are locked in the back, and you can’t free your hands until you reach the key. But of course anyone who does not have the hands locked behind you, can easily free you, If they know the combination that is…

He heard her footsteps disappearing towards the stairs, the attic door being closed and her descending the stairs. Then all was silent. For a few moments he listened for her return, but heard nothing. He tried to move around, only to find that the chain anchoring him was indeed short and every attempt to move caused growing discomfort. He pulled and twisted on the cuffs, but achieved nothing. He was trapped and he was starting to get scared.

Time slowly passed and he went through stages of anger, fright and despair. He felt convinced that hours must have passed when he finally heard steps in the stairs. The door opened and he heard footsteps nearing him.

-Oh my, she was right, a female voice stated.

It was not the voice of his wife, and his heart stopped for a minute as he tried to figure out what was going on.

-I’m her friend, the woman continued, and I’m here to drive her to the airport. She is loading her cases in my trunk just now. Seems that you blew it, pal.

He was in shock. Was she leaving him? Without a word? Oh shit. He tried to argue through the gag and the hood, struggling like mad to free himself of the merciless bondage. But he only grunted meaningless sounds and his efforts only increased the pain in his balls. After a few pathetic moments he was subdued by the bondage he had put on himself.

-Would you like to talk to her? Is that what you are trying to say? Well, tough luck. She said that you had set the mood, introducing the custom of not talking about things. I heard you left her bound and gagged her, without letting her explain… Well now you can experience the fun of that first hand.

The steps went away and there was nothing he could do about it. At the door the sound stopped and he heard her speak again:

-Don’t worry, Ill be back after I’ve left her at the airport. If she is kind she will give me the combination, if not there is only 10.000 combinations to try…

The door closed, the footsteps faded and he was alone. Time dragged. All of his muscles ached, but he didn’t notice. He cursed his stupidity, wondering how on earth he could have been so stupid. After the life they have shared, he had let his jealousy take the better of him. He cried. The thought of loosing her would kill him, loosing her without a word was even worse. He gave up completely, trying to find some way to get in touch with her, telling her he was sorry and that he loved her. Then fear overwhelmed him. He was scared that it wouldn’t do. His mind raced in circles as he waited for what ever was to happen. Not even once did he consider the danger of his physical situation. It was nothing compared to the prospect of living without her.

Finally steps climbed the stairs again. The door opened and someone approached. He felt tender fingers working on the padlock, then using the key to unlock the handcuffs. The strap pulling his elbows back was released, letting blood flow back into his arms, causing a new, stinging pain. Then the steps went away again, leaving the attic for the floor below. He laid dead still waiting for the intense pain of the returning blood to leave his arms. He was sore and stiff, hardly able to move at first. Then slowly he managed to get the three leather belts unbuckled. With trembling fingers he slowly unlaced the hood and freed himself of the gag. His jaws hurt as he tried to swallow, making it hard to even close the mouth. He unbuckled the straps around his legs and spread them slowly to wake them up again.

When he finally got up and went to the stairs, he staggered down one step at the time. With great effort he stepped into the upper hallway and looked around. The house was dark, only a dim light from his home office fell into the hallway. Slowly and without purpose he went in direction of the light, hoping to find a good cognac for comfort. At the threshold he stopped, looking in wonder in front of him. In the armchair sat his wife, with eyes swollen from crying, her hair still in a mess from the bondage and her naked body carelessly wrapped in a silk robe. She looked at him and their eyes met for a long silent time. Then she spoke:

-I love you. I want to live with you. But you must never ever shut me out again. What ever the matter, you must treat me as I’m worth and talk to me…

He nodded slowly, his chest threatening to explode by the relief he felt.

-We did each other wrong up there, she continued, though the bondage was good.

She gave him a sad smile and whispered:

- Want to talk about it?

Suspicions del 3