18: Stockade
This was my punishment.
@ 10:00
"You're going to stay like that all day."
Apparently I had done… something in her dream? She didn't want to go into specifics.
"That'll give you plenty of time to think about what you did."
She had me bent over the broad-side of the dining room table. My wrists and ankles were in leather cuffs, each anchored to a leg of the table with chains. The table supported my weight, my body laid across it with my hips hanging over one end and my head over the other. My arms were pulled out to the sides, and my legs were spread as far as they'd stretch.
"Think you can handle that?"
I was wearing my collar, with a length of rope binding it to a crossbar under the table, holding my head in place; not that the spread-eagle position allowed much movement. In my mouth was a silicone bit gag.
"Yesh."
She placed a digital clock on the floor in front of me. It was going to be a long day.
@ 10:30
213: digits add to 6, so divisible by 3. 21 and 3 is 7 and 1. 71 is prime.
@ 10:47
Probably shouldn't have had that cup of tea. That's gonna be a problem.
@ 11:01
"Just gonna pop out for some shopping." Her fingers were lightly stroking my cock, "need anything?"
Quick handjob would be nice. "Meh-wk?"
"Alright. Won't be long…"
@ 11:30
596: even, 298, 149
*squeek squeeeeek*
What was… Window cleaner?
It's fine. Sophie left the curtains open for light and a little extra frill, but the dining room window faced out onto the back garden. No-one would be able to see inside unless they--
*klang*
The back gate! Oh God. Think! Maybe I can… I pulled at my bonds. Maybe I could pull the chains loose… no, that doesn't make sense. Or maybe if I squeezed my hands just so… Fuck! I turned my face away from the window. What else could I do? I was trapped. And this window cleaner was about to get a front row view of m--
*thud thud thud thud…*
Footsteps? They thundered down the stairs. The dining room door burst open, and Sophie ran in, pulling the curtains closed with a dramatic swoosh. Thank the Gods. Sweet, merciful darkness.
She put her hand on my back like I wasn't even there, leaned against me for a moment, panting, catching her breath.
*squeek squeek squeeek*
She left without saying a word, closing the door behind her.
@ 11:39
*knock knock knock*
Go away… We're not in.
@ 12:15
1362: even, 681. Divisible by 3, 227, prime.
@ 12:34
"Sorry baby, traffic was craaaazy."
Did she really expect me to believe that? It didn't matter. My legs were shaking. The tea had caught up with me, and I was trying so hard to hold my bladder. I shouted some garbled noises through my gag, trying to get her attention.
"Just putting the shopping away."
She finally walked over and pulled the gag from my mouth, "what's up?"
"I reeeally need to pee."
"Oh yeah?" She stood stroking my hair, "guess you want me to let you out then?"
Weird. It had only been a couple of hours of my 'punishment'. Why would she…?
"Just say the word."
This had to be some sort of test. "Have we… got, like, an empty water bottle?"
Her hand stopped, and for a moment she didn't move. She put the gag back into my mouth and walked away. When she came back, she moved between my legs and guided the end of my cock into the mouth of a bottle.
"Go ahead."
@ 13:05
I flinched when she placed the cold plate down on my back. That made her giggle. She sat at the table behind me, between my legs. And as she ate, she bounced her leg like a nervous tick, occasionally grazing my cock.
I felt something drip onto my arse. "Oops, sorry baby, little mayo. Let me get that." Then a surprising, warm sensation glided over my cheek. Was that her tongue?
She shifted about in her chair, and crossed her legs so that my cock was lightly resting on her lap. She idly slid her knee back and forth, teasing me until I was hard. Then more drips, "oh gosh, I'm such a messy eater today." Then that tongue again, only adding to my frustration as she licked me like an ice cream. Then she dug in her teeth.
"GAH!"
"There. All clean." She stood, picked up her plate, and walked away.
@ 13:45
1597: Multiple of 7? I could never remember the test for that. Ah no, 14, 19, and 7. Might be prime?
@ 14:07
Her face appeared in front of mine. "Hey," she pulled the gag from my mouth and replaced it with a straw, "I brought you a protein shake."
My mouth was getting dry, and my jaw ached from the gag, and I was starting to feel the pangs of hunger. I was grateful for this small kindness. I drank it down eagerly. And once I was quenched, she stood, and I found myself face to face with her penis.
"Think you can remember how to handle one of these?"
She didn't wait for an answer. She put her hand on the top of my head, raised my mouth to meet the silicone monster, and pushed it in.
"Oh right, you probably got plenty of practice with Brett."
From the way I was positioned, she probably didn't see me rolling my eyes. Now, holding my cheeks with both hands, she pushed and pulled - fucked my mouth - slowly, carefully at first, slowly picking up speed.
I dutifully sucked on it, tried to perform for her, tried not to gag when she pushed a little too deep. But she was doing most of the work. My bonds didn't allow me to do much else. My fists clenched. And when she finally removed herself, the dildo was soaked, thick saliva poured out of me.
She pulled the gag back into my mouth, and moved behind me. I felt the wet cock brush my arse, and I clenched up. She leaned against me, slid the dildo between my legs, and rocked her hips, rubbing her cock against mine. It felt strangely nice.
Then she changed positions, reached a hand under the table to grab my cock. She stroked it for a while, her touch gentle and slow. When I got close to orgasm, my legs tensed and my chains rattled. She took that as her cue to leave.
Damn it.
@ 14:30
21…9… Crap, what number was I on?
@ 14:58
"22 across, 'devilry', 8 letters starting with 'M'…"
Sat back at the table, once again using my back as her table. Once again tormenting me with her knee. I could feel her pen moving about on my back as she filled in the answers.
"14 down, 'unaware', 8 letters with an 'E' in the middle…"
I would have helped. But for some reason I was finding it hard to concentrate.
"16 across, 'colour', 6 letters, 3rd letter 'L'. Any ideas, baby?"
@ 15:30
Even with the table holding my weight, staying in the same position for five hours is bound to make your muscles stiffen and ache. I tried to move my arms and legs (as much as the chains would allow), trying to get the blood flowing. I turned my head about, rolled my shoulders, trying to loosen them up. The rattle of the chains got her attention.
She stood beside me and I felt her hands on my shoulders. "Slow breaths, baby." Her thumbs pressed into my back, moving in tight circles. "In through the nose…" I breathed in. "Out through the mouth…" I exhaled.
Her hands gradually moved down my back, feeling for tightness, and easing out the tension. Breathing through my mouth was making me drip saliva. But that was fine. I could feel my body relaxing.
"You don't have to stay, you know."
This was nice.
She continued downwards, until her thumbs were rubbing my inner thighs. I heard her tut. "I suppose you'd like me to massage 'that' too." Heh, I wasn't going to say no.
She pressed her fingers into the very stiff muscle hanging between my legs. And as she kneaded it, I couldn't help thinking that this must be how cows feel. A little rough, but not entirely unpleasant, if I'm being honest. She switched to giving my cock a slow deliberate rub with one hand, the other gently caressing my balls. I could feel some tension returning…
"Oh, sorry," she let go. "I just remembered I have to go take care of something."
I can't believe I fell for it again.
"But we can pick this up later, yeah?"
@ 16:27
"That movie's coming out soon."
She was sitting to the side of me with her laptop. "The one with whats-his-face?" Her hand was rested on my arm, her thumb occasionally moving back and forth. "We could go see it, if you want?"
*buzz buzz*
"Dani says 'hi', by the way."
Her phone was propped up against my side, and every time it buzzed the shock made me jump.
*buzz buzz*
"Hehehe. She says 'give Mark a good spanking from me'."
I'm not sure I like Dani.
@ 17:33
"Mmm. I'm getting quite peckish." Her hand was now on top of mine, "I'm thinking I might get a takeaway," lightly clutching it. "How does Thai sound?"
Thai did sound nice. But more than that, it'd been a couple of hours since my protein shake, and my stomach was starting to ache. I wondered if she'd let me have any.
"I'm really in the mood for a green curry," she said. "They don't open until six, though."
@ 17:41
She slid her hand under mine, lacing our fingers together.
@ 18:07
*smack*
ARGH!
"Sorry, I promised Dani I would." Yeah. Definitely not a fan. "Here, let me kiss it better."
Her lips pressed against the stinging. Not exactly making it feel better. Then another kiss, then another, tracing a path down, and around my thigh until I felt her consume me. I knew it was just another trick. But I wasn't going to fight it. It felt too nice. Maybe I could get one over on her. She'd been edging me all day. Maybe I could finish quicker than she expected.
Focus. Eyes closed. The brain is the sexiest organ. I pictured her in that latex dress. Put all your focus on the sensation of her mouth - the warmth, the teasing, the tingling. I pictured her in the corset. This was it. I had her. Just a--
"Gah, sorry, baby. I'm just SO hungry." She climbed out from under the table. "I don't think I can keep going until I've had something to eat."
@ 18:58
Cherry Burst
She held a stout candle in front of my face. "For the ambiance." I felt its weight as she placed it on my back. "Try not to breathe too much, okay?" Then I heard the click of the lighter, "we don't want to burn down the house."
She sat back down beside me, and ate her green curry like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like I was just some bizarre centerpiece; a human candelabra.
I was holding my breath. Not just for the candle, but breathing in the smell of her food was making me salivate. By now there was a pretty sizable pool on the floor. God, I was hungry. My stomach growled.
"There's plenty left over for you. You just have to say the word."
@ 19:14
"Ah… ah…" I could feel the candle wobbling. I had to hol-- "CHOO!"
"Oops." She caught the candle and set it down on the floor, "careful, sweetie." Out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn the candle looked like new. "Bless you."
@ 19:40
She draped a blanket over my back. Then she unbuckled and removed my gag, and stuck a straw in my mouth. Water.
She sat down on the floor in front of me, fidgeting with the empty glass. She was silent; occasionally glancing up, and giving a nervous smile when I caught her eye. Was she waiting for me to say something?
"So umm…" the silence was getting weird. "What's Dani like?" She looked up at me, curious. "You never gave me much details."
"Oh yeah?" A grin crept across her face, "so you want me to tell you about the time I had sex with another woman?"
I tried to look innocent.
"Perv." She took a minute to collect her thoughts. "Dani's got this look like 70s Bowie; she's otherworldly. And she has a casual confidence that made me feel really at ease…"
@ 21:12
"We should invite Dani over some time." Maybe I had her all wrong. "I'd love to meet her."
"Yeah?" Sophie's face lit up. "We could invite Brett over too. If you like."
"Yeah. That'd be nice. Maybe a little weird. But…"
She laughed, then got up onto her knees and kissed me, "I love you, sweetie." Then she stood up and stretched out her back, "oof, that floor is NOT comfortable."
I had to laugh.
"Oh, hello," she said walking behind me. "Did hearing about my lesbian experience get you all hot and bothered?"
What can I say, I'm a simple man.
"Or," I felt her grab my cock, "is it just because I mentioned Brett?"
"Ha! You caught me."
"Mmm-hmm." Once again, she climbed under the table, "I bet he doesn't do this as good as I do," she said, wrapping her lips around me.
I'd lost count of how many times she'd teased me, brought me right up to the edge. I didn't know how much more I could take. The fear that she was going to stop, and leave me frustrated again. I held my breath, tried to hold my body still. I didn't want to give her any clues. Then she did this thing with her tongue, and I spasmed. The chains rattled.
She took me out of her mouth, and I cringed. But to my surprise, she kept a hold of me, kept stroking me. It didn't take long until I was back on the edge. I glanced at the clock - almost 12 hours. This had to be it. I didn't dare believe it. I was about to explode, and I just knew she was going to pull away right at the last…
Right on cue, she released her grip. But then… something. A finger? Lightly gliding back and forth. I felt like a balloon about to pop. My prostate clenched so tight it could have made diamonds. My arms and legs tensed, pulling my chains to their very limits. And then…
The tension released. My legs, already weakened, now hung limp. The orgasm hit me, wave after throbbing wave, and the cum just kept pouring out of me as her hands continued a gentle tug. I once again felt like that cow, and it felt just swell. She got up and left me; a mass of twitching bliss.
Was that it? Was my punishment finally over?
@ 21:39
"Got you another protein shake".
Her voice was missing some kind tone. What was that? Almost… sinister.
I sucked on the straw, and… Hmm. This milkshake seemed different. It had a strange texture, and a familiar, slightly salty taste… No. She didn't. She wouldn't.
@ 22:00
"You really did it. You really stayed."
Even after the rope and chains and cuffs were released, I didn't move. My muscles were rigid, my arms and legs too weak. She helped me off the table. The blanket wrapped around me, she supported my weight as we climbed up to the bedroom. I flopped down on the bed, exhausted.
@ 22:07
"It wasn't actually about the dream." She was sitting on my back, massaging my sore muscles. "Not exactly".
"You never actually told me what the dream was about."
"I dreamed…" she took in a deep breath. Then sighed. "I dreamed I was a horse. And you were a cowboy that was going to buy me. But then you didn't want me and you just… left me behind."
Shit. "I'm sorry." Maybe I did deserve to be punished. "I promise I'll never leave you like that" (again).
Apparently she'd gotten the stockade idea from some smut she'd read online, about… Wait a minute. I turned to look at her, "when you say you were a horse…?"
Her cheeks went red. She grabbed my face and pressed her lips firmly against mine. "Don't ever mention that again." Then smiling sweetly, "okay?"
"Sure." No way I was letting that one go. But for now, I spread out on my back like a starfish, and she curled up next to me, resting her head on my chest. I melted into the mattress. The world felt just right.
"Oh, and I didn't actually go to the shops," she confessed. "I couldn't leave you alone like that. What if something had happened?"
I tried to hold in my laughter. "I love you." Even if you are an idiot.
"That does mean we still need milk, though."
@ 7:30 (ish)
When I woke up the next morning I could barely move. My arms and legs were like jelly. And to make matters worse, I'd fallen asleep without eating anything, so my stomach was trying to digest itself. There was at least some Thai green curry leftover for breakfast.
As I stepped out of the shower, I caught sight of something in the mirror…
SPANK ME HARD
When did she do that? INSERT COCK HERE -> I turned about, realising there was even more of it. Property of Sophie. My lower back and arse were covered in writing!
I <3 YOU
Sigh. She's such an idiot.
Hang on… Why didn't that all wash off in the shower?