Downward Spiral

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

“Hi, babe,” my wife Margo said, as I walked in. “So what’s with these?” she continued with a sly, yet playful little smile.

Dangling off the end of her fingers was a pair of official, stainless steel handcuffs. Besides that, on the kitchen table was the box containing my secret stash of things that I’ve had for many, many years. I had always kept it hidden in the garage out of sight.

“Ah… ah… those belonged to my uncle. When he retired from the police force, he gave them to me.”

“Well, what about the rest of this kinky stuff?” she asked, as she picked up coils of rope, leather cuffs and straps, along with a gag, blindfold, padlocks and a variety of other bondage items.

“They’re… ah….”

“Well, I think I discovered a little secret that you’ve been keeping from me all these years, haven’t I? But, that’s okay. I just can’t wait to take you upstairs and try out all these things. I think we can have loads of fun with this stuff. Bet when we’re done, you’ll wish you hadn’t kept it a secret for so long.”

“You mean you aren’t upset?”

“Hell no. It actually excites me a little.”

“Really?”

“Yea. I used to love tying my brothers up when we were young, and I can’t wait to do the same with you. So tell me, how long have you had this little fetish?”

“I guess forever. I’ve always been intrigued with B and D, even when I was a little boy. I’ve spent a lot of time tying myself up and experimenting with all kinds of bondage.”

“B and D?”

“Yea, bondage and discipline.”

“So that’s what this whip and paddle are for. Ever had anyone beat on your ass with them?”

“No… I’ve never found anyone who was interested in the whips and chains thing.”

“So how do you know you’ll like it?”

“Oh, I’ve caused myself some pain with them.”

“I doubt if doing it to yourself would be anything like being tied down and having someone else swatting these things against your naked butt. When you whip yourself, you can stop if it hurts too much. When you’re tied down and someone else is wielding the whip, you have no control. You won’t be able to stop it when it really begins to hurt.”

“I know, but that’s what I’ve always wanted.”

“Would you like me to tie you up and whip your ass so you won’t be able to sit for a few days?” she grinned.

“Would you actually do that for me?”

“Maybe…. You know there’s an old saying. ‘Be careful what you wish for.’”

Slowly she walked around the table and put her hand on the quickly growing bulge in my jeans.

“I guess this really does excite you. Why don’t you go on upstairs to the spare bedroom and get naked. I’ll be up in a while.

“Here,” Margo said, as she handed me the blindfold and leather manacles. “Lay down on the bed face up with your arms and legs stretched out to the corners of the bed. Don’t move or say a word. Got it?”

“Yes, honey.”

By the time I got to the bedroom, my mind was racing in high gear. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head and unbuttoned my Levis. By the time they were pushed down below my knees, my c**k was struggling against my boxer briefs, trying to get fully erect. Finally my legs were freed from the denim. With both hands I slip my underwear down over my hips. Immediately my pecker poked straight up and grew to its maximum size. Six inches of rock hard c**k stood up at attention ready for what lay ahead. God, I was horny. A s****l excitement totally consumed me. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

My heart was pounding, as I fastened the wrist and ankle cuffs. Then I picked up the blindfold and lay back on the bed. I positioned myself in the middle, pulled the black leather blinder over my eyes and extended my arms and legs. I was ready.

Several minutes passed before I heard her enter.

“Is this okay, Margo?” I asked.

“I said not to speak, didn’t I? That could have cost you ten swats with the paddle. And besides that, when we play these games, you will always address me as Mistress, and I will call you slave.”

“I’m sorry Mistress.”

“Those words would have made it twenty times with the paddle, but we’ll get to that another time.”

“You mean you aren’t going to paddle me?”

“We’ll see how well you perform,” she said, as she knelt on the bed. Immediately I felt her hand close around my erection. It was hard and ready for whatever she had in mind.

After giving it a couple quick strokes, she got up and started to tie some rope to my right wrist cuff. I immediately realized that she already had the rope secured to the bed posts. She had this all planned out before I ever got home.

“That should hold that one, don’t you think?”

I just nodded my head, as she walked to the other side. With the same motions, my left wrist was securely fastened. That left just my legs, but they too were secured with ropes to the legs of the bed.

“So slave… how long have you ever been kept in bondage?”

“I locked myself up for several hours before. A few times I’ve spent the night all tied up.”

“Did you like it?”

“Oh yea. I loved it.”

“Good. I’m going out for a while. That hard-on will probably be gone in a little while, but I bet I can get it back up when I get home. Have fun, okay.”

She leaned over and kissed me softly. “Just think of all the fun we’ll have when I get home. Love ya.”

“Love you too.”

Before long I heard her leave. Now I just had to wait. As I lay there unable to move, I wondered where she went and what she needed, but I guess I’d find out later. Then a troubled thought came to me. What if she got into an accident or something? No one would ever find me. That only bothered me for a couple of minutes. Heck, I used to lock myself up and have to wait for the keys to drop.

To pass the time I started to think of all my bondage experiences. I thought back to my youth. I was visiting my grandparents at their farm one summer. I loved to play up in the hay mow. Across the rafters was a track. A metal, roller-type device with wheels would run along the narrow, metal rail. It was small with some pulleys. I guess they used it to put the hay in the barn. Sometimes I would grab it and push myself off, letting the car-like thing carry me out over the hay. Then I’d let loose and drop into the soft hay below.

One day I got this brainy idea. I’d take a rope with a loop on each end for my wrists and push myself out so that I hung by my arms. In theory it was a great idea for a budding bondage lover. I stood up on the landing and put my hands through the loops. Once I was secured, I pushed off with my feet. The metal car rolled out just as it always did, but this time I was left hanging there like some prisoner await his punishment. It really excited me. I hung there until my arms got tired, but then I realized there was no possible way of getting back.

Immediately I started to panic. I pulled and tugged on the rope, but there was no way of untying it or even breaking it for that matter. I tried to swing myself back and forth, but that didn’t work either. But after what seemed like at least an hour I tried something entirely different. By raising my feet up and quickly thrusting them out towards the landing, the rusty metal car lurched forward a few short inches. I continued that method and finally covered the eight feet necessary for my release.

I was lucky. I suppose that if I yelled and screamed long enough, someone would have found me. That not only would have been embarrassing, but probably my grand dad would have given me a good thrashing.

You would have thought that I learned a lesson, always having an escape plan. Nope. Several more times things just didn’t go as expected. Oh, my bondage was successful, but my escape had a lot to be desired.

As I lay there, I finally wondered where she could have gone. We got groceries just a couple days ago. She never told me we needed anything. What was she going to do after getting me out of the way? I lay there and wondered for a while.

Then I decided to test her rope tying skills, but soon learned that there wasn’t a knot that could be reached. So all I could do is wait. Besides that, she was right. My erection had long since disappeared.

At one point I wondered what she would have in mind for me when she returned. Would she get me hard and ride my c**k like a horny cowgirl, or would she just let me loose? I guess time would tell.

Finally I heard her car in the drive. Even though she might try to sneak in and surprise me, I knew she was home. A few minutes later I felt a finger run up the sole of my foot.

“Having fun, slave?”

“Yea, I like it, Mistress.”

“Good. I’m going in and take a quick shower, and then we’ll have a little fun. Is that okay?”

“I guess so. I don’t plan on going anywhere soon.”

About fifteen minutes later, the sound of the shower vanished, and the scent of perfume announced her arrival. Moments later she had straddled my head and was working on my flaccid d**k. It didn’t take long. With a mind of its own it stiffened and grew to usable proportions. I was hard and ready. Slowly she lowered her sweet p***y to my lips and took my c**k in her mouth. She sucked and playfully bit my pecker while I lick and worshiped her hungry t**t.

Before long I latched onto her swollen clit with lip-covered teeth. Then my tongue went to work, driving her into a s****l frenzy. A powerful orgasm roared through her. She shook and cooed through a very satisfying ride. Finally she got up, but left me unsatisfied. My c**k was hard, and I was so close to blowing.

“Why’d you stop?” I asked.

“Oh don’t worry, we aren’t done. It’s time for that paddling that you wanted. Besides if I let you blow, there’d be no s****l excitement. The paddling would just be pain. There’d be no pleasure.”

“Oh.”

“Now I’m going to untie you and bring you around to the end of the bed.”

Before long my legs were spread out and tied to the legs of the footboard. She lengthened out the rope from the headboard and pulled my arms up tight. I was bent over the end of the bed with my ass in perfect position and unable to move.

“Now slave, here’s how it goes. I’m going to give you ten hits on your ass for asking me why I stopped. If you can take all ten without screaming and begging for mercy, I’ll let you jerk off when I’m done. If you scream and yell, I’ll leave you tied here until I’m ready to go to bed. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She picked up the paddle. It was made of three-eighths plywood, about a foot long and four inches wide. The surface had numerous holes drilled through it, so it would have no air resistance. Slowly she rubbed it across my ass cheeks.

“Beg me to paddle your ass, slave. Tell my how you want it.”

“Please, Mistress… please paddle my ass hard enough so I will think about you all day tomorrow whenever I sit down. Give me the punishment I deserve for asking why you stopped.”

“That’s sufficient. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Suddenly the first stroke hit my ass. It hurt far worse than any time I used the paddle. I made only the slightest sound as a deep red patch instantly appeared across my butt.

“Why don’t you count them out and thank me for every one? Pretend you’re in a college fraternity, and it’s hell week. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now, we’re going to start over with number one.”

“But….”

She stopped me with a couple of playful taps with the paddle. Then she brought the paddle around sharply, hitting my buttocks with a little more force.

“One! Thank you, Mistress. May I please have another one?”

She obliged. The second stroke overlapped much of the first on, landing just an inch or so higher.