Cuckolded
and Bound For Punishment
Prologue
I have no
idea how long I have been in this same position. I have no way to tell time not even the
growing or fading of the light in the room.
The heavy leather hood that completely encloses my head makes it
impossible for me to see even a small amount of light. I cannot hear any sounds that might give me a
clue thanks to the thick earplugs that block all sound. I am unable to speak or cry out for help due
to the soft, ball gag that is pushed behind my teeth and keeps my tongue from
being used to create sound.
This is
not to say that all of my senses are dulled.
In fact, my sense of feel is
greatly enhanced. I was naked when the
hood went over my head. The air is cold
and goose bumps are rising on my skin. I
try to count out the seconds into minutes but I lose track when my muscles
start to cramp. She has gotten so much
better at binding me in painful ways.
Tonight I am up on my toes but only on my right foot. My back is to a rough post. A rope is tied around my ankle holding me so
that I cannot set my foot flat on the floor.
Another length ties my leg just below the knee keeping my leg perfectly
perpendicular to the post while still another length is tied likewise above the
knee.
My other
leg is pulled out to the side and up so that I am doing the split standing
up. This puts,
even more, pressure on my toes that are supporting one side of my
body. My arms are bound above my head
but not straight up. Rather they are
pulled backward allowing the top part of
my body to sag forward placing an unbelievable
strain on my shoulder joints.
All the
muscles in my body seems like they are on
fire. I am stretched so that the maximum
amount of pressure is exerted on each muscle and joint. There is no way to gain any type of relief
and I would scream if it were not for the ball gag in my mouth.
The pain
is now so severe that I have lost track of everything except for it. Even the cold no longer registers on my mind.
I tried
for a while to count the seconds but as my muscles began to seize I could no
longer concentrate. I have no idea how
much time has passed since the hood was fastened over my head. I want to scream but the rubber ball wedged
behind my teeth makes that impossible.
I can only
imagine what she may be doing while I am suffering in this way. I cannot tell if he is present but my mind
tells me that she is fondling his cock as they sit and laugh at my
discomfort. Sometimes he will use a whip
on me but I never know when that is going to happen. Sometimes he will slap my balls. Of course I cannot hear the laughter but my
wife has told me how funny it is to see my muscles jump when he strikes my
little glands.
I have no
idea when any of these things will come into his mind. Sometimes I think my wife whispers in his ear
and tells him to do things that will cause me pain.
I can feel
something pressing against my sphincter ring and I tense up preparing for the
terrible pain that I know is about to become my fate.
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