I wouldn't even have known about the dungeon plans, except that I went wandering around his house one of the first mornings I was there -- Roger was still spread- eagled to the bed, so he couldn't really stop me.I wouldn't even have known about the dungeon plans, except that I went wandering around his house one of the first mornings I was there -- Roger was still spread- eagled to the bed, so he couldn't really stop me. The torture chamber, I'm told, will be in the laundry room -- games are one thing, but having clean clothes is still important. That's one of the parts that isn't finished yet; with Roger, though, I'm not worried about more pain than I find stimulating. While waiting for the dungeon to be finished, we often played in his "barn," in the living room. Last time, I mentioned the haylift; I didn't realize all the ways he'd thought of to use it. A couple of weeks ago, for example, he tied my hands to my sides, tied my ankles together, and lifted me up by my feet. Different enough, and not too hard to take, till he told me I was staying that way all night. I was surprised, and a bit concerned; that didn't sound like fun. But he wasn't done. Next, Roger put a strap under my arms, and raised my body up to the underside of the beam. Another around my waist, my thighs, and my head, and I was nicely supported. Much better, but he still wasn't finished with me. Sitting on top of the beam, Roger adjusted the bonds on my legs, so that they were splayed on either side of the beam. Then -- and I'm not kidding -- he dragged in a makeshift scaf- fold, lay on it at almost my height, and started licking me. I barely kept from screaming; I was being stimulated all over, and I not only couldn't get loose, if I had I'd have fallen eight feet to the floor! After a bit of that, he went back to the balcony, crawled out on the beam, and caressed me from that side. Finally, he went back to the scaffold and tried for penetration, but without much luck. He settled for moving the scaffold so I could return the oral favor. That was the pattern of our sex lives -- who could think of the most imaginative ways to tie up the other? Once, when I was a bit annoyed at him -- he was late for a dinner date -- I decided some mild revenge was in order. I waited until we were alone in the office late one night -- business had picked up, which is both good and bad -- wandered in, and announced a kidnap. |