Crossword Bondage story | box, chair, rack

Anne sat on the couch reading the latest edition of 'Bondage Life' magazine. Her long pale legs curled up under her and her golden brown hair streamed down her back, forming a halo of molten gold. I sat and admired her body as she read and waited patiently for her to reach page 73. Finally she turned to the page I had been waiting for and looked up.

'I see your new crossword is in this edition. Easy as always - I bet,' she smirked before reaching for a pen.

'Bet you that you can't solve it in thirty minutes then,' I taunted back. She had solved every one so far in less than 30 minutes, but I had a surprise built into this one.

'You're on!' she said, accepting my bet. 'What's the bet?'

'Every clue you miss equals a bondage position of my choice you must complete,' I offered.

Anne nodded and started writing. Her brow wrinkled in concentration as she worked. At first, I was worried as she seemed to be getting the clues thick and fast, but then she dried up and I relaxed back to dream about the evil things I could do to my willing (?) partner.

Finally I cried out, '30 minutes!' and she threw the pen across the room in disgust.

'This one is lots harder, I can't get five of these clues,' Anne complained. 'Oh well, what the hell,' she said with a resigned voice.

I literally jumped for joy at the thought of being able to tie her up in five different bondage positions while she had no choice but to accept them under the terms of our bet. Grinning from ear to ear, I took her arm and led her into the playroom we had built.

My first choice would be the chair, which I had decided to use during my planning session. Gently removing all of her clothes first, I ran my hands over her naked body before I took her wrists and wrapped padded leather cuffs around each wrist. Placing a carabiner to attach them to a winch cable hanging from the roof, she gasped softly as I used the control box to raise her four feet off the floor.

'This is the first position?' she asked as she twisted her shoulders into a more comfortable position.

'Nope,' I replied as I moved the chair out of the closet I had hidden it in. She tried to twist around to see what I was doing, but I pushed her back facing the other way.

The chair was my own design and was horrible. It was a V shaped box with two huge dildos that pointed in precisely angled positions to enable me to lower my girlfriend down onto them. Once in position, she would be impaled from both directions simultaneously. Her feet would not reach the ground, except on extreme tiptoes, so in effect she would be helpless and her body weight would drive them deep into her every time her feet got tired of supporting her on her toes.

I applied lots of lubricant to the appendages on the chair and ever so slowly lowered my squealing friend onto the chair. She gasped as each dildo slowly, wetly slid into her ass and pussy and wiggled her torso to adjust them as best as possible. Using the winch with evil cunning, I raised and lowered her several times in quick succession in order to amplify the sensation before dropping her fully on the chair.

Her scream as she settled down on the chair, gave me a heart attack and I grabbed at the control to hoist her off. 'No, don't' she gasped, 'I am alright, just... just... surprised by the intensity.'

After another few minutes, she asked me to raise her off, as the sensation was moving past pleasure and into pain. I immediately obliged and, after a brief time rolling on the floor rubbing her tender parts, she asked what was next.

I smiled and led her to the bondage table. Pulling her left leg to the right side I used a leather cuff to bind it to a pulley. Likewise, I attached a cuff to her right leg and attached it to a cable through a pulley on the left side. Her arms were pulled left to right and right to left in opposition to her legs. This gave her the impression of a pretzel in the making. A pretzel that even President Bush might have enjoyed.

My next move was to attach weights to each rope off her limbs in order to increase the tension. She wiggled in surprise as the twist caused her legs to stimulate her in a most frustrating way. Utterly helpless and unable to release the sexual tension, she was ecstatic when my tongue started exploring her between her entwined legs. Rapidly an orgasm started to build up within her and she panted as it reached a climax.

'Number three.' I declared with a grin and started to release her.

This one would be the most interesting position to date. Pulling a small glass box into the middle of the room I told my willing slave to get inside.

'Don't be silly,' she cried, 'I can't possibly fit into that small box!'

'Yes you can, if you try hard enough,' I replied back.

Anne knelt down and tried to couch in the box, but it was way too small. Experimenting with positions, she tried sitting cross legged and lying forward, but the lid wouldn't even look like closing and her ass was pushed painfully against the back of the box. Next she lay on her side and found that if she pulled her knees up to her chin, she could lie in the box on her side. Tucking her arms into a small gap between her legs and her stomach, she discovered that she could just fit. But only after taking a very deep breath and then expelling most of the air out of her lungs.

I slammed the lid closed and placed the huge padlock on the outside that showed her how helpless her position had become. Faint cries of anguish came from inside the small glass box as I read a magazine for the next half hour, but to her credit she never used our safe word to force me to release her.

Every time I looked up, the sight of a naked woman crushed in the smallest possible area, white flesh pressed hard against the glass, turned me on.

After a good thirty minutes, I released Anne and helped rub circulation back into her limbs and ease the pain in her back. 'Brave girl,' I told her, 'That was probably the worst position of all. But I do have something for that bad back.'

'Great,' she replied as she stretched the kinks out.

Leading her over to another of my favourite toys, I asked her to lie down on the table. Four quick clicks and a turn of a handle and she lay stretched out on the rack, muscles pulled tight.

'Ohhh, that is so good for my back.' Anne exclaimed as she wiggled her spine against the hard boards of the rack. 'I can feel the cricks falling out!'

I tightened the handle another notch and was rewarded with a loud squeal from my partner. Then holding a feather in front of her eyes, I smiled broadly.

'No, please, no.' she begged with a broad smile that told me to proceed.

Wild screams of laughter deafened my ears for the next 20 minutes as I used the feather to reduce my lovely lady to a gasping mess. The rack held her firmly against her wild thrashings, but her use of the sacred safe word, forced out between gasps for breath, stopped me dead in my tracks. I quickly released her and held her close to me while she regained her composure.

'Sorry love, but I was losing it,' she said.

'Well position five is all that is left and it will give you a good rest,' I replied.

I held out a huge roll of pallet wrap, which is used to secure loads for transportation. We like it much better because it is a thicker and stronger version of cling wrap - escape is Mission Impossible! Anne was grinning from ear to ear because mummification was our most favorite position. I started by wrapping each leg and arm individually to provide her with the most intense sensation possible. In my normal thorough manner, I even used thin strips to wrap each foot and finger separately before encasing the foot or hand in a second layer. This would mean not one part of her body would feel anything but heavenly, clingy plastic against it once I was finished.

Once Anne's whole body below the neck was encased in the wrap, I then placed a second layer binding her legs together and her arms to her sides. It was then I moved onto her head. Firstly I placed earplugs in her ears before following them with a sleep mask over her eyes. Telling her to hold her breath, I wrapped several layers around her entire head and then working quickly cut a hole for her nose. She was now blind, deaf and effectively gagged by the heavy wrap.

My next step was the ultimate mummification I had ever attempted. Using still more shrink wrap plastic, I bound her body in a tight wrap and applied the heat gun to the surface. The plastic contracted and pulled her into an even tighter bondage. I yelled by her ear, 'OK in there?'

A soft scream of 'You bet!!' emerged from deep within the cocoon.

I sat back with satisfaction and with my ears cocked for any signal of distress or danger, I opened my laptop to start work on my next crossword. Hopefully, I thought, I might even stump Anne by 10 clues next time around.