Because She Loves Me….

She gives me a bottle of water which serves to both hydrate me and clear my mouth. “Give me your wrists,” she commands, and the leather cuffs are again buckled and locked on. She is mimicking my west coast treatment of always being kept bound. Another suggestion I assume they gave her. My hands are secured together behind me. The ankles are next, and they are connected with a short chain between them. She then begins applying a lotion to my skin. I’m not sure if this is to soothe my skin after being in the wrap or what. It does bring my attention back to the fact that my body is hairless, so weird. She covers my entire body including my face, even my ears and toes, but curious enough not my dick and sack. Interesting. She then simply says, “Mosquito repellent, you’re on your own with your privates because I don’t have a desire to lick repellent.”

It hits me immediately; we are headed outside. It is dark out, and our backyard is somewhat isolated from the neighbors’ view. But this isn’t Vegas. I don’t want to be seen naked and in bondage being controlled by my wife. On the other hand, outside bondage is a big-time fantasy of mine. She knows it and Mike knows it. So, it only makes sense that they would have included it in her plans for me.  I’m excited and intrigued as to what this escapade will entail. She then puts a second bottle of water to my lips to drink.

I barely get to drink it down when she says, “Let’s go,” and she grabs my penis as before to guide me. This time I can see which is helpful. We head out the slider in the direction of the pool. This concerns me as the deck is well illuminated with overhead string lights, but she swings wide of it, and we pass in the shadows. Dressed as she is, she doesn’t want to be seen either. The pool is now behind us and we are on the gentle grass slope that leads down towards the rear wooded track of our property. She stops about ten feet in front of the white three rail estate style fence that we used in the backyard to separate our ‘kept’ lawn and the area we call ‘our south forty’ the wilder grass area between the woods and our house. I’m somewhat relieved as this area is visually isolated with evergreen trees and other shrubs we have planted along the perimeter. It would be hard for the neighbors to see us. Unless of course, should they be walking their dogs deep in their own backyards. She leaves go of my dick and tells me to “Get down on your knees.” A little bewildered but still obedient, I do as I am instructed. She sets a lawn chair in front of me and sits down.

She then shows me an odd shaped phallic-looking goldish brown vegetable. “Do you know what this is?” I’m asked.

“No Ma’am.”

It’s very fresh ginger root, the fresher the more intense,” she tells me. “Do you know what ‘figging’ is?” she asks.

“No Ma’am.”

 “Well, you are about to find out. While you were being electro zapped, I skinned and carved a plug from one of the legs of the root. See, it looks much like the shape of your vibrater plugs. I’m going to lightly peel another layer from the plug, so the plug’s surface is fresh and juicy.” And as I kneel in front of her, I watch her delicately skin a thin layer off the ginger root. “This of course is going up your butt, so bend over and put your face into the grass and spread your knees wide apart.” This raises my butt and opens it to her. She then with a bit of twisting and pushing, slides her ginger plug into my rectum. She then unlocks my wrist cuffs from behind my back and tells me to lie down on my back in the grass. She adds, ”Behave, cooperate, and do not resist as I resecure your bonds or I will carve another slither of root and force it down your penis hole,” convincingly said in a factual, no-nonsense, yet playful way.

She gets right to work, and I realize she has had the site prepared before our arrival. She shifts me around just a bit and then attaches the hooks of cargo straps to my ankle cuffs. I was shown a few days later where the other ends were already attached, and that is to two adjacent posts of our fence. The straps are adjusted and then ratcheted until the slack is gone. My wrists are then pulled perpendicular to my body and also attached to cargo straps, adjusted and ratcheted to remove slack. I’m amazed at how much she put into the day for me. To ready this site for tying me down she had gotten two 18 inch pressure treated 4x4s we had in the shed and with a post hole digger, made a hole on each side of where  I now lay, wide enough apart to accommodate my wing span and room to make the ratchets work, sunk them and filled and tamped the holes so that they were firmly rooted just at the ground surface. She then installed quarter-inch eye hooks into the tops of the 4x4s to accept the end hooks of the straps.

With me now secured to the four posts she then goes back and ratchets again each limb till I am stretched taught. She checks the tension and then goes back once again and adds one more ratchet pull to each limb.  I’m here to stay till she decides otherwise. She is not done. She puts a leather O-ring collar from our bondage collection around my neck, not too tight, and buckles it. She then takes two tent pegs and hammers them into the ground, catching the rings adorning each side of the collar, being careful in the dark to not hit me. My neck and head have been basically secured and immobilized, just like my limbs.

I find myself outside, fixed to the ground, just beyond the glow of the strung pool lights, naked, going nowhere. She wonders away saying “I’m going to get myself a snack.” I’m alone…. actually, I’m not. I realize nature is all around me. That gives me the willies. I am directly on the grass. The thought of bugs and other crawly things come to mind. Deer, the woods are full of them. We have raccoons, squirrels, groundhogs and the like. I am defenseless, except for the mosquito repellent. And then I feel it, there is a glow in my butt. The buildup is slow. The ginger oils are starting to mingle with the delicate and well abused tissues of my rectum. It started simply with a noticeable warm feeling, then tingling. Then more and more of a burning sensation. I find out later that this is ‘figging’ and freshness increases the ginger’s potency. So does clenching one’s sphincter muscles which I involuntarily continue to do. About twenty minutes later I am in unsupervised full blown rectal agony. My butt is reeling in pain, but I’ll admit it is a pain/pleasure. My currently absent Love has become a demon. I love it, even if it lasts only for today.

Earlier I had my bag scorched with Icy Hot. That was excruciating and concentrated. I wanted more than anything to have my arms free so I could cradle them. They were trapped, balls squeezed tight and squished in a bag too small for them, constricted by an unyielding vise that separated them from their beloved dick and body. Oh, would someone stop driving hot imaginary needles into them! And the involuntary natural yanking to get away and save them that occurred, worried me that I would tear actual tendons, or muscles, or whatever the connecting parts are that make the sack and testicles work. Then there was another irritant I had experienced in the past, Vick’s Vapor Rub, another mass-marketed product you see innocently advertised on TV, just like Icy Hot, as a helpful over-the-counter medical aid to make one feel better. While Vick’s produces nothing like the intense burn of Icy Hot, its active ingredients of camphor, menthol and eucalyptus oil are still substances that capture your attention.  Let’s call it a thoughtful pain/pleasure tingle burning.

The ginger is falling somewhere in between. It warms and hurts at the same time.  It also has a sharpness unlike anything I have felt before. Unlike those other irritants, the effects of the ginger effects built much slower so I could stay just ahead of it in my mental management. I could enjoy the pain/pleasure instead of fighting it, transferring the physical to mental, aligning it with the bondage resistance and sexual stimulation. It was also so much my wife. She is into organic. Her eggs must be free range; her peanut butter is that ‘have to stir it before you use it’ stuff. She must love that I am being tortured by a root that she handcrafted into a plug and not something she took out of a jar from the drug store. I bet she even paid extra to buy ‘organic’ ginger root.

Because it’s slow to build, I find myself concentrating on it, anticipating. As it stimulates the receptors in the mucous membranes of my rectal canal, I think I feel the blood circulation increasing, one can’t, but mentally I am. I feel migration of the pain moving away from the root. It is noticeably hot in the neighboring parts of my body. It feels like a natural body reaction versus an outright assault that the Icy Hot produced. But there is no doubt about it, the pain and ache are real, and building. Aptly enough, I learned that figging means something like ‘firing’. And that’s what is happening to me now. This is not pleasurable, its punishment. She has no real interest in abusing me. It’s my personal fantasy that she doesn’t understand, most wouldn’t. She is just trying to make me happy. It’s me and my twisted thoughts and wants that are punishing me at the moment. She is just the enabler. Pleasure pain and punishment play a major role in BDSM. I hope she is coming to some understanding of that. Not sure what the conversations between her and Mike were, but her more liberal and playful participation today seems like progress has been made. It has led to the game of pain and pleasure I am now playing in the darkness of my backyard, tied down for all to see who happens by.