Because She Loves Me….

“Let’s go for a walk,” she says as she grabs a hold of my cock and pulls me out of the stall. I have not been dried. The water as I said was cold. So, I’m shivering a bit. She says, “Where we are heading is warm so those goosebumps will soon go away. Try to not drip on my floors.” We head back up the stairs to the main floor, then down the hall to the stairs to the second floor. It’s a bit difficult with the leg irons and her pulling me by my dick the whole way. I managed to make the climb without tripping. We head down the main second floor hall and I assume we are going to the master bedroom. We are not. This house has one more set of stairs, ones that lead from the second floor to a walk-up unfinished attic. We love them because it makes easy access to where we keep storage like our Christmas decorations and tree, memorabilia, and odds and ends that we just want to keep. It is a large space and not overcrowded with too much junk. The kids used to play here when they were young. It is also the place where I bound up my younger wife up twice, maybe three times. when I was still doing her and not the other way around. The open studs, beams, joists, rafters and wood floor make for good securing points. The imagery is great for my fantasies. Good times, well, for me it was. It will now be Ma’am’s play space for the next few hours. Payback time, maybe, or just a convenient place to play these games. Her and her Toy. She pulls me up the final stairs.

The attic has windows at both ends plus three dormer windows that individually project vertically from our roof looking out over our front yard. They are of traditional design and smartly sets off the look of our house. Like the rest of the attic, they are unfinished. The floor throughout is plywood, and it covers the insulation the serves the house. The attic itself is uninsulated, unheated and not air conditioned. It’s late spring so this afternoon it will be quite warm in here. We move to where the center dormer juts out. Sitting within the space I see my Black & Decker Workmate portable workbench.  These sturdy tables have a nice flat worksurface with a built-in vise feature that splits the top into two when opened. It is used to hold a work piece tight as you sand, plane or in general, work on it.

She walks me up to the Workmate still guiding me by her firm hold on my dick. She maneuvers me around it and then backs me up to it and instructs me to hop up onto it. There is a step as part of its frame that will help me. I am apprehensive about this request for several reasons. First, I am standing in front of the window. There are curtains hanging there, but they are arranged to be open. Anyone looking up can see my naked body. Second, why the Workmate? What does she have planned. She gives my dick a little swat to encourage me. Climbing up is a little awkward due to the cuffs. Sitting down on the dual wood planks that make up the top work surface/vise pushes against my butt plug. I have met her request I am sitting on the Workmate. Positioned to look out the window.

I quickly found out her purpose of lugging this tool from my shop up into the attic as she starts to rotate the two handles that adjust the vise feature. She is opening the tabletop. I watch as the platform I am sitting splits beneath me. She opens it about an inch and a half, my weight not inhibiting it at all. I now have a gap between my butt cheeks and the underside of my upper thighs. Ma’am then reaches under the bench and between the opening, searching for my ball sack which she quickly finds. She pulls it down, stretching it to its limit while keeping my jewels in the bottom of their bag. She then slowly and carefully starts closing the vise. A couple of turns on the left handle, then a couple of turns on the right, all done with one hand, as the other holds my balls below the vice. Back to the left, then the right. After about six revolutions of left/right turns she has captured my balls so that I cannot pull them up. She encourages me to try. Stuck. She has trapped me by the testicles holding me to my seat. Not done, she now turns both handles simultaneously, ever so slowly, but deliberately tightens the hold on my sack. She watches my eyes for reaction. It’s only when she knows they are gripped as tightly as possible without causing damage or strangulation does she stop. I try to buck up but can’t. It is surprising how narrow the space is that remains, yet no physical issue to me. This sinister entrapment is fully effective. I cannot go anywhere. I look down and see that my dick lays flat and tight against the worksurface that is my seat. Pulled down and held by the vise that now separates him from his balls. I’m intrigued. I wonder who thought this up. I’m sure it wasn’t her.

Let’s change out these handcuffs with more suitable leather cuffs. She has collected from our trunk my favorite leather cuffs which she fastens to my wrists before removing the handcuffs. She pulls the buckles tight and secures them with miniature locks. The cuffs are then secured together with two larger matched locks separated by a short chain. My hands secured behind my back are not enough to satisfy her in her new persona. She begins to put similar leather cuffs on my ankles and securing them to the metal legs of the Workmate. These cuffs are also secured with miniature locks on the buckles and larger locks on the cuffs. She takes her time, assuming I guess that some of my joy in this play is experiencing the bonds being applied to me, so she doesn’t rush it. It is not till these are in place does she remove the leg irons. “I know securing your legs is completely unnecessary. With your balls held tight and your arms useless in freeing the vice, you are here till I decide to let you go. But what the heck, why not make your legs useless too. You begged, well maybe you didn’t beg, but you said you wanted to be bound tight and inescapable for your birthday and now you are. By the way, I think I want a cruise for my birthday, just saying. Now, enjoy the view. Hope no one comes up the drive, I’m sure you’re visible from most of the front yard.”

“I have some work to do on my thesis defense, I’ll check on you in an hour or two, maybe three.” She then puts the earbuds back into my ears. My balls feel the pressure of the vise, but it does not hurt. The plug in my butt still humming away, now dancing to a different program she has selected. She can control it remotely with her phone. Over the next two hours she’ll change it four times. Before she departs, she gives me a good drink of water. She insists I drink it all as she wants me to stay hydrated while up here in the heat. The earbuds mute out most of the sounds, I barely hear her leaving and walking down the attic stairs. I do hear the door closing at the bottom of the stairs. I settle in for the duration. I am dry. I am not cold, in fact, it’s a little warm here in the attic. I’m hungry, I’m sure it’s well past lunch. I haven’t been offered anything to each since ‘my pussy brunch’. I stared out the window, constantly scanning for anyone approaching. Nothing I can do if someone comes but be humiliated. I cannot flee. I am here to be on display.

I do keep watching out the window. It is a stressful view, waiting for someone to come with nothing I can do if they do. I see plenty of wildlife crossing my lawn, they don’t seem to notice or care. The house sets back far enough that the street isn’t much of a concern, but the driveway and front walk worry me. Delivery people were a fear at DR. D’s house when I was put outside in the front yard naked on a one pole prison. It’s a similar concern here. More at risk though, I’ll know these people. It would turn out that my fretting was for not, no one came during the duration of my display.

She must be working hard on her schoolwork as I sit for a long time. Probably for an hour. I am safe, I can see the baby monitor in front of me keeping a watchful eye. This is one of the more comfortable bondage positions I have ever been in. I am just sitting. The board is hard, though, so my butt in time will start to ache. My back is unsupported, so it too will have some minor discomfort. The good thing is that I can twist my upper body and the stretching helps. My ball sack will eventually also hurt, likely tied to my unconscious attempts to pull myself free of the vise’s unyielding clasp of my sack. My sack around the balls is so tight due to the natural slack being taken up by the inch and a half space of the vise face.

Owwwwwwwl, crap, ohhh! My tight ball sack has just been whipped with the leather tip of a riding crop. It seems she has taken ownership of all the trunk’s bondage toys including my whips. It stings, bad. It was a full force upward swat. It is still stinging. Enough to make my eyes water. I never heard her come up the stairs and move behind me. She now is lightly hitting my sack on one side, then the other, then underneath. The vise has me firmly in its grip and my bag is rigid and full, so even if they are light swats, they are effective in causing the desired pain, assuming that is her intent. The vise allows for zero movement of the bag. I can do nothing to avoid the attack. Her hits continue. Unlike the first swat, they are lighter and bearable. It’s a pain/pleasure moment. I will not object, fearful she will stop playing with me, I know this is a huge stretch for her. I want her to believe I love every bit of this…truth is I rather move on to something else now. This is instead one of those ‘building character’ moments. She bores and stops.