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| The $12.00 folding stocks and a sister's revenge. | |
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Techster & techie
cameron777@hotmail.com © 2002 - the Techster - Used by permission |
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| Storycodes: F/mf; sbm; bondage; bdsm; reluct; X | |
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8 The $12.00 folding stocks and a sister's revenge. By the Techster. It is no secret that my wife of 30+ years and I are engineering types whose "closet hobbies" are bondage/ self- bondage games. Just as I love to see my wife nude in full bondage she enjoys tormenting me when I am inescapable bondage. Tonight I decided that I would be held in our workshop using both and upper spreader suspension bar for my wrists and a very wide, meaning 26 inches, spreader bar for my ankles. I wanted this set of spreader bars to fold in such a way that once installed I could stand on a short stool in order to put my wrists in the suspension cuffs on the upper spreader/suspension bar. The trick would be that when I stepped down the bar would unfold to it's finished width. Things were slow at work as we awaited supplies so I put the time to good use in the cabinet shop scrounging bits for the project. First were two 8-inch by 8-inch pieces of 2-inch thick wood. These would become the actual "stocks" that locked around my ankles. Working from the centerline in both width and length I laid out the 3 1/8-inch by 4 1/8-inch hole for my ankles. Used a can to draw the rounded ends and a tri-square to draw the lines. Next I used a drill to give me a starting hole placed for the small reciprocating or "jig" saw that I used to cut the holes. I borrowed a router with a 3/4-inch radius from the cabinetmaker and rounded the edges of the holes. A light sanding and I gave the ankles stocks a light coating or epoxy. Next I cut 2 10-inch long blocks of 2-inch by 4-inch blocks of pine. These would be the folding elements of the stocks and would space my ankles at 28 inches apart on centre. I had already determined through experimentation that 24 inches was the maximum comfortable spread for me. A wider spacing with a spreader bar will force my knees and hips to lock and the muscles and tendons on the inside of my legs were stressed. The moment of truth As soon as my wife called to ask if we needed anything at the grocery store I began to set myself up in bondage. I left my keys with a simple one-word note that simply said "paddock' as a symbol that I had begun a self-bondage scene. Over the years my wife had adapted to my hobby and knew just where to find me. I stepped into the workshop and undressed. To make certain that I could not turn back once I had started I put my clothes and shoes in plastic bags and tossed them out of the door. For a suspension bar I chose to use an engine lift balance bar, It was 36 inches long so I adjusted the center support at 18 -inches. Using doubled ended snap hooks I attached the suspension cuffs to each end. Next I placed a one-step stool under it and stepped up to hook the centre support to an eyebolt on the ceiling. This was left over from past experiments. Next I stepped off the stool and placed the stocks/spreader bar securely around each ankle. The bar was in the folded up position so with it on I could step up onto the stool. Next I put my wrists in the suspension cuffs and stepped off the stool. The folded center of the spreader bar snapped down and spread my legs wide apart. Using my right foot I slid the stool out of range. I was stretched out. I tried to struggle, but my experiment was very successful and I was inescapably trapped. I had no choice but await my wife's return. Her rating and torment would be the high point of this exercise. About 1730 (or 5:30 PM eastern (US) daylight time) I heard Techie's
car as it pulled into our drive. I heard the German diesel motor clatter
to a stop and knew that she would find me in a few minutes. What I didn't
know was that she had picked up my sister at the airport. My sister was
here for a surprise visit for our 35th wedding anniversary. I heard the
women chatting as Techie and my sister entered the workshop.
The women walked around in front of me as Techie handed my sister a
short riding crop, “I'll show you how the judging is done and you can handle
the penalty phase."
All of this time I was remembering our childhood and early teen years. During this time our parents were working two jobs and as elder I was the designated "babysitter and disciplinarian". I was hard on my sister and used to enjoy spanking her bare butt until it turned a rosy red. I was praying she had forgotten the harsh discipline and our cowboys and indians or good person and bad captive games. With that Techie slid our toy box out from under a workbench, she removed a red ball gag and a black leather parachute, a ball torture device. She showed my sister how she pulled down on my balls so she could snap the parachute. Then she tied a small piece of rope from the ring on the bottom of the parachute to a clamp on the workbench. "That will eliminate any excess movement, now to eliminate any excess noise." Techie stuffed the ball in my mouth and buckled the strap tightly behind
my head.
Then Sis looked at Techie and held up the riding crop, "Do I have to
use this?"
In an instant the switch landed across my buttocks, then my back, then
my shoulders, then the back of my thigh.
Sis smiled a wicked smile, "Now you're mine and mine alone. I'll have
you begging in no time!" Suddenly a blow seared my cock, then another whipped
across my balls captive in the parachute. I gasped as I did more blows
landed on my back and butt again. I shook my head "NO!" Suddenly as she
was facing me Sis lifted the switch up and struck me several times in the
balls and then the groin. I shook and tried to struggle, but it was no
use. Another blow on my cock, then the balls again. Once again my back
stung, then my butt. Sis wasn't going to stop there, she smiled that wicked
evil smile of her's and rushed out of the door. I a few seconds she returned
with something in her hand - Clothespins!
Sis nodded, "Yes! Remember that time you did this to me. We were playing
a captive game and you put clothespins on my nipples. Then you tied strings
through the centers and to two trees. I was screaming and begging for mercy.
You left me there until dark. Well it is my turn now! Are you ready to
beg?"
Sis pulled on each line and tied them through holes at each end of the
heavy steel workbench. My nipples burned and stung as she wound the lines
tighter using a pair of pencils. "Ready to give up?"
At this point Techie burst in, cut the lines to my nipples, grabbed
the switch from Sis' hand and announced, "Alright you bitch, back off.
We know Techster is tough. In this house we torment, not torture!" she
put her finger in sis' face, "Is that clear? Could you stand this ?"
Sis was truly afraid of Techie and shed her clothes. She stood meekly
as Techie put her ankles in the spreader bar she tied a piece of rope to
the centre of the suspension bar, stood upon the stool and dragged her
wrists into the suspension cuffs.
"Now, it is your turn!" Techie shouted as she crammed the ball gag into
sis' mouth and buckled it behind her head. "Since you made these you can
use them too." She snapped the clothespins on sis' nipples, pulled the
lines tight and tied them off to the workbench. Techie held up the parachute,
”What a shame, you can't use this! Don't cry, I have a substitute."
With that Techie brought the switch from the floor into Sis' opened
pussy with a resounding snap. Tears started to stream down Sis' face, she
shook her head, "Yes!"
When we arrived we discovered a special dinner table was set for us.
Techie seated Sis and I across from each other and cuffed our wrists together,
my right wrist to her left and vice versa. "If you want to eat, you will
feed each other." Sis and I dined in a very civilized manner and fed each
other, this included putting the glass of wine to each other's lips. When
we finished Techie announced, "You two, this peacemaking session is far
from over. Stand and I'll take you to bed."
When we reached the guest bedroom we were released. Since you two seemed
to enjoy games I have one for you. Techie has me lie down first, face up.
My wrists and ankles were chained to the posts of the bed. My head was
set up on a thick pillow. Next Sis was ordered to lie down on top of me
with her head facing my feet. Techie threaded her leash under me. "now
open wide and put his cock in your mouth. The leash was pulled very tight
and locked to my collar. "If you move you'll hurt your brother." Next another
pillow was put under my head, "Open wide and put her pussy in your mouth."
Sis began tickling my cock with her tongue so I started teasing her
clit with my tongue. After a while we both had an orgasm, I could feel
Sis swallow my cum and I sucked up and swallowed her cum.
In the morning Techie released us and sent us to the den where the video
camera was set up. "Now Techster it is time for you to give your sister
a bath. To make it more challenging and fun for us to watch your hands
will be cuffed.”
Techie brought out four short lengths of small chain and a handful of small padlocks. She locked one around Sis' waist, another went between her legs and was pulled tightly up into her sex. "If you have to pee go through the chain, if it the other ask and I will release you." Lastly were both hobbled with short chains between our ankles. Techie smiled and said, "That should keep you out of trouble." I walked around as Techie told Sis how she enjoyed watching the lock
sway. She noted that every movement of the lock was a tease by itself.
Techie, Sis and I enjoyed the rest of the weekend. My wife, Techie had
her leisure as her two slaves did her bidding.
Postscript by Techie: Although this was a rather extreme way to settle
an old feud, it did work and with both Techster and Cherise forced to sleep
in a helpless submissive posture with the other's sex in their mouths it
made certain neither of them had an advantage. They resolved their problems
as they recognized each other not only as people, siblings, but sexual
entities. It was fun to watch them and great being served by two nude slaves
who ere eager to please me.
08.07.02 |
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