Safe Word bondage story | spread, stakes, clamps, ropes

Sue watched as I excitedly drove four large stakes into the ground. Spread out in a rectangle at a distance of 3 metres, they angled outwards from the center. It was already 10am and the sun was nicely hot.

I had instructed Sue to wear her oldest bikini today because I would not give her any guarantees it would not get cut off or ruined during the game.

We were going to play Safe Word!

This was a game I had invented where one player used bondage and/or humiliation to try to get them to safe word out. Whoever won got to be on top again next time. If they failed to break their opponent in 6 hours then it was their turn next.

I had played this game, firstly with friends as a kid, now as an adult with Sue. Last week, I had taken the inventive ideas of Sue in my stride and won.

Firstly she had made me do the grocery shopping in full drag. Surprised at how calmly I did that, despite the smirks of the woman at the checkout, she had tied me to a bed and waxed my whole body. Finally she had tickle tortured my irritated skin till I had wet myself. But I had held firm.

Now it was my turn!

I made her lie down on the ground and position herself spread-eagled in the sun. Using strong climbing rope, I bound her arms and legs out taut to the stakes.

She turned her head and looked up at her wrist as she experimented with her bonds. A look of surprise crossed her face when I started to put lots of little stakes in the ground all around her.

I asked her if she had ever read Gulliver’s travels as I proceeded to tie small ropes of each toe and finger and to stake them out spread wide.

She laughed and tried to wiggle her fingers and toes, but to no avail.

The laughing stopped when I placed earring hooks through her ears and tied her ears down to the ground. Using two soft hooks, I even spread her nostrils out. A bit placed between her teeth and tied down finally completely immobilized her head.

I asked if she gave in yet. She muttered a muffled, 'Get stuffed' at me with a smile, so I proceeded with the next part of my plan.

Standing back to admire my workmanship, I watched how Sue could not even turn her face out of the sun. She must be feeling the heat, but did not show it.

Taking a pair of scissors, I cut her bikini off. A muffled protest came from under the gag.

An even louder protest followed when I clipped a couple of nipple clamps on her and pulled her breasts wide apart and down to the sides with more ropes and stakes.

The ultimate protest came when I put clamps on the lips of her pussy and stretched her sex wide apart with yet another set of ropes and stakes.

This was the most intensive staking out I had ever done. Sue could not move an inch. Every part of her body was tied down to the ground.

Announcing I was tired, I sat back to watch the show. The sun rose higher in the sky but still Sue refused to safe word.

Deciding to hurry things along before she got too sunburnt, I implemented 'Phase Two'.

Lovingly, I started to tickle Sue with a feather. First working on the soles of her delicate feet. Up and down went my feather, around the big toe, under the little toes, down the inner step and back up the same way.

Sue screamed with laughter, but refused to give in.

I then painted her feet with catnip and let our cat continue the feet torment while I worked on the rest of her. The cat’s rough tongue running enthusiastically up and down her innersoles drove her insane, but still she refused to give in.

So I started on her breasts and rib cage. With the nipple clamps pulling her breasts apart, her cleavage was wonderfully exposed to my loving attentions.

A dark wet patch started to spread out under Sue as her bladder control gave way, but still she refused to give in.

The cat staggered away, happily drunk to sleep it off.

I spread honey all over her tights and watched the ants start to tickle her, but still she refused to give in. 30 minutes to go and I realized my mistake. I simply got up and untied her.

'What's up?' said Sue. Disappointedly, "I have 30 minutes left.'

'Give in or I will never tie you up again,' I threatened.

'Mummy,' cried Sue instantly, using her safe word.

I reflected that for both of us not playing bondage games was the ULTIMATE punishment!