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I wrote this story quite a while ago. Back when I wrote it, I only had one aquarium, now I have 2. Read the story and add another aquarium.
As for the backpack, I have one just like it. I have tied myself up in that manner and fantasized about these things being done. I even did the aquarium thing tied up like that. It hurt like hell and my poor little fishies got quite a site. I may have shocked them for life.
Anyway, here is my story:
PLEASING MY HUSBAND
I remember a time when being a wife was different. Equal rights. A loving husband. Making love meant making love. Then something changed. I don’t know what happened. After ten years of marriage, John got mean. Now, I do what he says. And accept what he does.
One time about a year ago, I let John tie my wrists together behind my back. It seamed innocent enough at the time. Now, I wonder what life would be like if I hadn’t let him do that. Now, he has a backpack with a combination luggage lock on it. The inventory is neatly packed inside. The backpack is normally stored on the floor of the closet in the master bedroom. Sometimes he adds something to the inventory, or replaces as things get worn out.
We used to make love at least three times a week. I don’t call it making love anymore. Sometimes I refer to it as ‘sexual encounters’ or ‘punishment sex.’ For a long time, I hated these encounters. Then, I realized that deep down, I love it. I still get scared when he starts the encounters, because I know there will be pain and humiliation. And torture. Whether I have my period or not.
Every Saturday, he wakes me up the same way. We sleep naked, so he starts pinching my nipples. Gently at first, then he gets rougher. He gets on top of me, sitting on my hips. His nine inch erection and heavy balls rubbing on my mound. ‘Make the bed while I get the shower going,’ he orders. I can feel the tears starting but do everything I can to suppress them. I know that if I don’t have the bed made quickly, there will be more punishment. Lordy, he is good at punishment. We have a queen-sized waterbed and one side is hard to get to because it is very close to the wall. He counts seconds from the time the water is warm and he turns on the shower until the time I have finished making the bed. Sometimes the corners of the sheets get pulled out overnight, and I struggle to quickly fix them. On those occasions, it is usually at least 30 seconds over the time that the shower is ready. Then, the seconds that it takes me to brush my long, thick blonde hair and put it up under the shower cap is added to that. So I start out with at least 60 seconds to as much as 3 minutes over limit time. THREE MINUTES. That is 180 seconds. And that is just the beginning.
After my hair is brushed and under the shower cap, we get into the shower together. He washes me thoroughly, sometimes painfully. I must wash him too, gently. We both brush our teeth, and if my pussy needs shaving, he sits me down on the ledge with my legs spread wide, and sees to it. He is very good with the razor, but likes to watch me squirm as he pinches my pussy lips or flicks my clit. If I don’t hold still, PERFECTLY still, a punishment is added. He enjoys punishing my pussy, so most times he hurts me until I squirm or flinch. Remember, this punishment is on top of the time punishment too. And it gets worse. MUCH worse.
After the shower, we get out and dry each other. If I have my period, I must insert a fresh tampon. Then, he counts seconds while I put my long hair in a ponytail, and braid it. The ponytail must be high, but not on top of my head. If I take longer than a minute to complete the job, or, God forbid, I have to start over, the seconds are added to the other punishment. When I do the braid, I must braid with my arms over my head, I am not allowed to move it down and braid over my shoulder. My hair is very long, and it is a hard stretch to complete the job over my head. Usually, by the end, I am struggling for breath. He stands behind me, his huge erection against my ass, and squeezes my 36D breasts and pinches my nipples. He taunts me as I braid. “These armpits haven’t been punished lately.” Or, “Maybe the clothespins on the nipples today.” My nipples are very sensitive, and I just can’t take that at all. The tears start when he says that. I tremble violently, knowing that he will force me to make a choice between that and something equally as painful. All this while I am trying to braid my hair over my head. If I drop the braid or let a section slip, I won’t be forgetting it any time soon.
After that is done, and the seconds are all added up, he leads me back into the bedroom. The closet doors are mirrored. The floor has thick carpeting. ‘Get the backpack,’ he orders. Quivering, I open the closet door and get the backpack and put it on the bed. “Unlock it,” he orders. This is another game he likes to play. I am given ten seconds to unlock it. If I don’t, those extra seconds are added to my already mounting punishment. He often changed the combination. There are five combinations that he uses, and I must quickly find the one he has put on. He often taunts me as I try to unlock it. I will try 3-3-3, and just before I try to push the latch to unlock it, he will say “are you sure that is the right combination? I might have changed it, you know.” All the while he is stroking my ass cheeks or tickling the backs of my thighs. Sometimes I get lucky, and he hasn’t changed the combination. But if I have to start over and try another one, he starts to scratch his fingernails over my anus, or reach between my legs and squeeze my pussy. While unlocking it, I must stand with my legs spread apart and bent over at my hips. Finally, I find the right combination and the lock opens. I am relieved, but scared too. I know it is only the beginning, and he has not yet caused me any real pain.
Then, I must unpack the backpack and spread the contents out neatly on the corner of the bed. I must take the bed pillows, and arrange them in the middle of the bed, as if I were going to be laying down propped up sideways, facing the closet mirrors. In the backpack, there are several items, most of which are just normal household items. A long, thick white rope coiled up neatly. This rope has a small loop tied right in the middle, the loop is about three inches long. The rope is close to 40 FEET long. A battery operated dish brush in its original packaging. This item John found at the grocery store once, manufactured by the ‘Dawn’ brand dishwashing soap. It takes four double-A batteries and has a rubber push button. The head has three different colored bristles, ranging from white (the softest) to dark blue (harder) to turquoise (very hard). The center of the tip is opened, with five sets of dark blue bristles around it. John has discovered that when my nipples are hard, the tips fit right inside that circle of bristles. Of course, I must hold perfectly still and not even breathe while he is applying it. If I move, the swirling bristles bite into the outer areola. And that HURTS. It is like fire and ice both at the same time. He bought three of these ingenious inventions, and four additional heads. He is afraid that they will take them off the market and we wont have one. Darn. Sadly, he adds at least one new brush to his stock every few months. He keeps them locked up in his desk drawer. But one always stays in the backpack. There is a short whip that he fashioned himself, from the buckle end of a wide leather belt. He cut the leather into nine strips, just up to the buckle part. He braided those strips to form a weighed handle, then left about five inches of leather at the end. There are two large zip-lock bags. One contains several pairs of panty hose. The other contains the smaller items of play. Eight wooden clothespins. Two small feathers. Two shorter lengths of the same kind of rope described before but without the loop, and still quite long, about 15-20 feet long each. Two regular toothbrushes, one firm and one soft. Several long, white shoelaces. Two hair rollers, the kinds that have spikes on them. One is thick and one is very thin. A piece of a thin dowel that had broken and formed a sharp tip at one end. There are other things that we use, but I must retrieve them from other places as he instructs.
First, I must take the long coiled rope and do with it as he orders. He makes me stand facing the closet doors, legs spread. He tells me how to bind myself. I must watch in the mirror at all times. If I drop the rope or take too long completing a segment, more punishment ensues. It always starts out the same. I must place the loop in the middle of the rope directly behind my neck. The loop MUST be right in the middle behind my neck. Then, I must pull the rope crossing them between my breasts and then cross them behind my back. This all must be done tightly. Then, I must thread the ends through the rope over my breasts, then tie a knot tightly. All this while making sure that the loop stays centered behind my neck. Then, I must take the rope and thread one part at a time between my pussy lips, up the crack of my ass and through the loop behind my neck. Then they are to be pulled under my armpits and breasts, crossed under the rope leading under my breasts to my pussy, and tightened. Sometimes he makes me lace them back and forth from front to back, pulling the downward facing rope into several diamond patterns, making it cut into my pussy and ass even harder. He often taunts me as I do my bondage, reminding me that if I get the rope twisted or not put through the loop correctly I must take it apart and start over again. The punishment for that is severe. Also, if I do not keep the ropes tight, I am forced to start over. There is usually still quite a lot of rope left on both sides, and I know he will put it to good use later. By the time I am done, I am panting and in pain. I am forced to stand looking at my bound, naked body in the mirror, then turn around and bend over with my legs spread, and look at myself through my legs. He often takes this opportunity to give my ass a couple of swats with his hand, or tickle my pussy lips that are bulging outside of the tight rope.
Then, he makes me walk around the house collecting any other items he wants to use during play. The ones that are ALWAYS used are a mirror that we keep in the bathroom, the kind with a small stand. If I have my period, he likes to use the Vicks Vapor Rub and a couple of Q-Tips. I start sobbing openly when he orders me to collect that jar, as I know I will be in agony soon. He only uses that one once in a while, and when he is already angry at me for something else (I scratched the car door in the grocery store parking lot once… that was the first time he tried the Vicks on my clit. I struggled and cried for 2 hours while he left me bound and spread crying on the bed). A side effect from the Vicks is that it makes my whole pussy throb like crazy after the burning subsides. Once, I accidentally farted a little bit when he was spanking me. I was bound face down over the pillows with my legs spread, and he applied the Vicks to my asshole. Two more hours of struggling and crying, and I will NEVER fart in his presence again! The vibrating massager that is plugged in on the other side of the bed. The wooden backscratcher that is kept next to the bed on the nightstand. My hairbrush, which is basically a large hard plastic square with a handle and hard plastic bristles. Both sides are used well. The large comb with a grip handle. A large towel. Then we venture into the kitchen. The pair of wooden chopsticks. A bowl with water and ice cubes. Tongs. All the while, he pulls on my ropes and taunts me. “What is worse up your ass, the ice cubes or my cock?” “You love it when I use the chopsticks on your pussy, don’t you?” “How far do you think we can stretch your nipples with the tongs?” “Does it tickle when I use the backscratcher on your pussy?” “You know you better hold still when I put the Vicks on your clit. Does it feel hot or cold?” I am usually crying by the time we get the booty back to the bedroom. And wet. VERY wet.
Then, I must accept the punishment for the minutes over time. Each second equals a whack with the brush. These are applied to my ass, thighs and breasts. He will sometimes count swats on my pussy lips with his hand also. I can remove half of the seconds my dropping to my knees and giving him a quick blowjob. I must swallow all of his come, or face more punishment. By this time he is usually so charged up with sexual energy, it doesn’t take long. I have discovered, though, that if I blow him the bondage games go on longer, until he is ready to come again. If I don’t blow him, it goes quicker but more harshly and painfully applied, sometimes going on for two consecutive sessions.
After I receive my spanking, my ass cheeks are glowing and sizzling hot. He makes me stay bent over while he takes a couple of ice cubes and traces them over the red hot areas on my ass. I try not to wriggle around but it is like getting shocked with electricity. He sometimes will pull the two taut ropes apart and expose my throbbing cunt and shove a couple of cubes inside. He quickly pinches my lips together and makes me hold the melting ice inside my hot cunt.
After he tires of torturing me with the ice, he makes me stand up and he forces my wrists together behind my back. He takes the short rope and binds them together securely. He stands behind me and grasps my breasts harshly, pinching and squeezing them roughly. He grips my hard nipples and pulls, twists and pinches them. I can feel his tremendous erection pressing against my sensitive ass cheeks. “These nipples haven’t gotten much attention lately…. I think it’s time for some tickling!” he will say. I start to beg him not to… my nipples are extremely sensitive. He reaches over for one of the pairs of panty hose and rolls up the waistband end. He quickly pushes it into my mouth and pulls the leg parts around my head over my ears, then crosses it under the pony tail holder and then over and back across my mouth again, tying them together tightly. He looks into my eyes and says “that aught to shut you up for a while!” He turns me so that my back is to the bed, and makes me sit with my lower back against the pillows. My wrists are bound tightly and they force my back to arch. He pulls my legs apart widely and uses the leftover of the long rope to secure my ankles in a spread position. He gets the two pairs of tongs off of the corner of the bed and gets two shoelaces. I know what he is planning and I squirm and whimper in agony. But I have no idea how bad it will get… until I glance up towards the ceiling and see the hook he has embedded in it. It is positioned directly over the center of my breasts! He smiles as he sees that I have noticed it. “So, you see the new addition I have made to our love nest. I think you will enjoy what it can be used for! It is embedded directly into a beam, and the threaded part is 2 inches long. It is NOT going to slip out!” he laughs. He takes one of the lengths of rope and secures a loop in the middle, and pulls it tightly. He stands up on the bed and hooks the loop over the metal hook in the ceiling, letting the two ends trail over my torso. He starts licking and nibbling my left nipple until it is as hard as a rock. He takes one of the pairs of tongs and prods the hard nipple with it, teasing and tormenting. He makes me watch as he opens the teeth and positions them around my swollen nipple and pinches them together tightly. He takes the shoelace and ties the end of the tongs so that it pinches my nipple hard. I shriek in agony as he takes one end of the hanging rope and ties it through the handle of the tongs and removes the slack. Then he does the same to the other nipple. I am moaning in agony, trying not to move. He then gets the vibrating massager and pushes the bulb end under the rope just above my pussy mound. He wipes the tears away from my face and tells me that he is going to turn on the vibrator, and I better not cum until he tells me I can. I am trying to beg him not to, but the panty hose gag keeps me from forming any intelligible words. “OK, go ahead and cum. But you will be cleaning the aquarium wearing what you are wearing now!” he laughs. A shiver of fear runs through me at the thought if the ropes binding me for the hour or so that it will take me to complete that task. But my desire to cum is so strong that I have a powerful orgasm. He quickly removes the vibrator, and with my throbbing nipples still secured and stretched, he spreads my roped pussy apart and rams his huge cock deep inside me. He fucks me harder and harder until we both cum. He lays on top of me for a few minutes catching his breath, then he gets off of me and unties my wrists and ankles, and unclamps my nipples. “Now, get that aquarium clean. GO!” he yells. “And if you spill just ONE drop of water on the floor, you will pay. One lash with the whip on the sole of each foot for each drop spilled. And if you slosh from the bucket, it will be 10 on each foot and 10 on your spread pussy. So you better be careful!” he laughs. I know that if I don’t get it done quickly and perfectly, I will spend the rest of the day in agony.
He watches while I perform the task, drinking a beer. Our aquarium is in the living room and the laundry sink that we use to transfer water back and forth is in the back of the house. We use 5 gallon buckets to transfer the water. But first I have to test the water, using a drinking straw to put water into the 6 test tubes. One of the tests requires that the tube sit and wait for 5 minutes. He took that opportunity to lay my naked, bound body across his lap and give me a spanking for the hell of it. When the timer went off, he pulled me up by the ropes and made me continue. Even though I was so careful, I sloshed water three times and spilled about 15 drops of water on the floor. By the time I finished, his cock was fully erect and throbbing. He told me to wash my hands and arms thoroughly and get back to the couch. When I got back in the living room, he had the whip in his hand. “Oh please Master, I am sorry. Please. Please don’t whip my pussy! I can’t take 30 on it. Please.” I beg. I know that begging just gets me more punishment but the thought of having him whip my pussy 30 times was too much. He turned me around so my back was to him and pulled my wrists behind me, binding them tightly with the rope. Then he looped it around my arms above my elbows and tied it tightly, then did the same under my elbows. He turned me around again and gazed at my helpless breasts. He forced me to straddle his thighs and told me to sit up straight or he would punish me more. I tried to sit still and not squirm while he started sucking my nipples and tickling my breasts. He used his stiff mustache on my nipples, driving me mad. If the rope wasn’t binding my pussy, I would have impaled myself on his stiff cock. He knew that what he was doing always makes me super horny, and he kept going. I could feel the juices running out of my hot pussy soaking the rope. The rope was rubbing on my engorged clit as I rocked my hips back and forth. “First things first slave. I owe you that punishment before you get to cum again,” he said as he grasped the ropes above my cunt and ass and pulled up HARD. I shrieked as he harshly guided me off of his lap by the ropes, letting them cut painfully into my pussy and asshole. He quickly laid me on my back with my arms secured tightly behind me onto the coffee table. He pulled me so my head was hanging off of the edge of the table. As I went down, I noticed the ropes he had tied around all four legs of the table. He pulled my left leg up quickly and tied the rope to my ankle from that corner of the table, then did the same to my right leg. With my ankles pulled up to my shoulders, not only was my pussy helplessly exposed but the ropes were biting deep into my sensitive folds. “Oh please Master. Please. God not my pussy. PLEASE!” I cried. “OK,” he said as he tickled my exposed pussy lips causing me to lift and lower my ass. “You sloshed water three times. That is THIRTY on your pussy. You have a choice. Either I do 30 HARD lashes with the rope protecting your clit, or I separate the ropes and you get 15 medium lashes with your clit exposed. Whichever way you choose, if you start begging me to stop I start over again AND you also get it the other way ON TOP of what you still get. So if you choose 30 on your protected clit and after 29 beg me to stop, you get 30 over again AND 15 with the ropes spread. So you better make the right decision and not beg me to stop!” he laughed. “I will give you a minute to think about it,” he said while he dragged his fingernails lightly over my hairless pussy lips. He came up to my head and held his rock hard cock in front of my mouth. “OPEN” he ordered. I knew if I didn’t he would prolong the agony, so I opened my mouth. He put just the head in my mouth and told me to tongue him, which I did. I was so damn horny that I wanted to beg him to fuck me NOW, but knowing he will do it when he is ready. He said, “let me know when you have made a decision. If you take too long I will choose for you.” As he pinched my hard aching nipples. My mind was spinning. I hungrily licked his huge mushroom cock head while I contemplated my decision. I tried to imagine 15 lashes on my swollen sensitive clit. I tried to compare that with 30 HARD lashes on my lips. I didn’t think I could take either one without breaking down and begging him to stop, which would mean I would end up getting the other one anyway. “Have you decided?” he asked. “Mm hmm” I whimpered. He took his cock out of my mouth and I asked for the 30 on my protected cunt. “Don’t worry, I will do it slowly,” he said. He went back to my cunt and tickled the swollen lips. He spread them apart, making sure that my clit was protected by the tight ropes. He kneeled next to my cunt and raised the whip. I steadied myself. “Oh, one more thing. You are to count each one out loud. If you don’t that counts as begging and the same rules apply!” he laughed. I whimpered as he let the whip crash hard onto my pussy lips. “AAAHHH ONE!” I cried. I could feel the pain of the lash spreading through my body like electricity. He gently stroked my pussy with his fingers for a minute. “Ready?” he asked. WHACK. “AAAAAAHHHH TWO!” I shrieked. He gently stroked my swelling pussy with each lash. By the 20th stroke, I was wishing with everything in me I had picked the 15 on my clit. By 25, I was sobbing. I was determined to not beg. I knew he wouldn’t forget the 45 he owed me on the sole of each foot and prayed the pain wouldn’t be as bad. At 28, I could barely croak out a scream and the number. “Two more. Almost there!” he said with actual compassion. “Are you still horny?” he asked, stroking my tear stained face. “Yes Master, more than ever. I need to cum so bad.” I cried. “OK, 2 more and I will take care of you,” he said lovingly and kissed my lips. He went back to my pussy and raised the whip. I held my breath while he laid the whip down harder than ever. “EEEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAA TWENTY NINE!” I shrieked. He put his hand cupping my burning pussy for a minute. “Good girl. One more and it’s over. Then you will get rewarded. Ready?” he asked. I was sobbing openly. I knew if I begged him not too, his compassion would quickly vanish and he would gag me not with the panty hose but with an actual ball gag and beat me severely with NO compassion. I was trembling severely but knew what I had to do. “Yes Master, please whip my pussy. Hard. Please!” I cried. He tickled the strands of the whip over my swollen hot pussy and hit it with all of his might. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH THIRTY” I forced out. I was sobbing uncontrollably as he kneeled down and gently kissed my burning mound. Every touch was fire. I could feel hot cunt juices leaking from my fiery pussy. He hooked his two index fingers under the ropes burrowed in my pussy and pulled up and out quickly. I shrieked as the tight ropes dragged over my enflamed lips. He took the rope around the left table leg and secured it to the left side rope at my pussy, pulling it tightly so it was outside the swollen lip area. Then he did the same with the right. Not only did this procedure pull the ropes away from my sore pussy, but it secured me down so I could not raise my hips. He gently ran his wet tongue over the rope burned inner lips of my pussy. I trembled and moaned in ecstasy. He slowly licked my pussy, sucked my clit and nibbled the sore, swollen freshly beaten lips. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. He let me recover for about 20 seconds then started again. “Oh god no… too sore… please …. Stop!” I cried. He let his teeth sink in to my swollen lips. “AAAHHHH NOOOOOOO” I screamed. He pushed a finger into my hot pussy and quickly curled it, forcing my cunt to spasm in ecstasy again. Suddenly his fingers and mouth were gone from my pussy and I heard a low buzzing sound. A vibrator was then rubbed teasingly on my clit, then shoved into my wet pussy. It was a small vibrator, not big enough to fill me. I whimpered as it was pushed in and out a few times. Then it was quickly removed and pushed up my tight asshole. Before I could even realize what was happening he crawled up and rammed his huge cock in my pussy. The feeling was so intense and I was so fucking horny that I had an immediate, explosive orgasm. He fucked me hard for a while, the vibrator tickling my asshole. I couldn’t believe it when I came again, even harder than the last time. He shrieked and a huge shot of cum blasted out of his cock deep inside me. He laid on top of me for a bit, panting. Then he was off of me, leaving the maddeningly buzzing vibe in my ass. He picked up the whip and quickly went to work on my feet, smacking the upturned helpless soles one after the other. I don’t know for sure if he got 45 on each one, I was in a daze. By the time he was finished, I was on the edge of consciousness. He quickly removed the vibrator from my ass and untied me and carried me back to the bedroom, where he laid me on the bed and held me close. We were both breathing heavy, and it was an hour before either one of us could move.
He was stroking my hair which he had removed from the braid and kissing my neck and ears. “Stay here, I will be right back,” he said softly. He went into the kitchen and came back with 2 bottles of water, some fresh grapes and some crackers and cheese. He helped me to sit up a little and we slowly ate and drank. “I think I owe you a steak dinner. That was pretty intense, more than I had intended when we started,” he said. “I am sorry if it was too much.” I snuggled close to him and he hugged me. “No, it was good. Fantastic, in fact. I don’t know if I would have CHOSEN to get into it that intensely but I wouldn’t change any of it,” I said.
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