Bicycle

Chapter 2: Stretching Exercises

I did pull her out by her hair, after I took off the torso strap of course. She tumbled to the floor of the garage and probably got a spot of dust on her expensive coat. Darn. I took off the ankle strap, hauled her to her feet and took her under the arm and led her into the house. I kicked her shoes off, pulled down her socks. Left those at one corner of the living room. Led her down stairs to the lower level. Here I told her to strip and removed her bondage, warning her not to touch the blind fold. Once she was nude, I cuffed her hands behind her back, where they should be.

I took a look at her body. As expected she was nice and tight all over, some muscle tone, but not a body builder. She'd been using that bicycle, and probably eating healthy. Don't you just hate people like that?

I couldn't resist, so over my knee she went and I began to spank her, bare handed. Didn't make her beg, or cry, just worked her up good. Took out some of my frustration from the workshop.

But I had an idea what to do with her, so I stopped after a bit and, grabbing her hair again, I hauled her downstairs into the basement and past the vanilla part into the dungeon.

I had a special piece of gear that I thought would be just right for her. I led her over to it and pushed her to her knees and then completely down on her stomach. I had put her between the feet of the stocks, a special type of stock. She was laying between two long wooden boards. I got some leather cuffs and attached them to her ankles. To each I attached a rope that had a metal clip secured at one end. The other end went to the wooden base of the stocks. Pulling in the ropes I slowly spread her legs apart. I pulled the slack out, and her legs reached the point of being comfortably apart. I kept going until her legs were pulled wide and she was making a couple of little mewing noises.

But I was just beginning. I took a wide, rounded piece of wood and fit it into the wooden pieces on each side. This had been positioned to run right over the small of her back. Secured on either side, the wooden piece would prevent her from raising her back off the floor. Her feet were spread wide, her back pinned to the floor, she began to feel the shape of the restraint I was putting her in. But she had no idea where the torture was going to come from.

I put a leather collar around her neck and ran a rope from that to the top of the wooden frame. Taking out the slack put just the hint of pressure on the front of her neck. She could pull her neck up and relieve the pressure, but would tire. Over a long period of time this would be torture, but I only intended this to keep her in position while I worked the next part of her position.

I undid her cuffs and let her move her arms for a second or two. Then I pulled her arms above her head. Pulling them back, I took some rope and ran a few loops around her upper arms and behind her head. This is an interesting and seldom used position. The rope pulls the arms together, but having the rope behind the neck keeps the arms upright over the head.

I took another rope and tied her wrists together. Then I ran a rope from her wrists to the top of the wooden frame. Up at the top, I had a couple of cleats to wrap ropes to. This allowed me to make adjustments to the tension. Slowly I pulled on her wrist rope. Her arms went up, and to take the strain off her shoulders, her upper body came off the floor. The bar across the small of her back meant she had to bend back at the waist.

Just a little of this produces a lot of pressure. I took off the rope that had secured her neck collar to the frame and replaced it with a short rope that terminated in a metal weight. This pulled her neck down. She could sag her body to release the pressure on her neck, or pull up her back, a little, to relieve the pressure on her arms. Either used muscles that were weak and in awkward positions.

I knelt down in front of her and took off her blindfold. I like the look of panic in my victim's eyes, I like that they can't hide from me. I like it that they can see that I have stripped naked and my cock is in front of them.

She was fit and in no real difficulty yet. But she had to starting to wonder. Was this it? Was I going to just leave it like this - it would take a long time for this torture to pay off, to build up. It would be a slow build, and those are the worst, because you have so much time to think about just exactly how bad it is and how much longer you can hold out. On the other hand, giving up is inevitable.

I reached out with a foot, and ruffled her hair, she turned her head and kissed my foot. I put my foot over the back of her head and pushed down, putting a momentary burst of pressure on her shoulders and arms. She let out a little exclamation of surprise and pain.

I got up and went around to stand over her back, one leg on either side of her.

"You're not in control now, are you?"

She wasn't sure if she should speak, not sure what a headshake would mean, so she said nothing.

"Not in control. Don't know where you are, don't really know much about me, and you're tied up. You're in a position you can't get out of and I can just leave you in." I put a foot on her upper back and pushed down till I got a little yelp.

I stepped over her and went around in front of her, to where she could just see my feet. "Are you hoping I'll put you in a lot of pain so you can give up easily, quickly? Or are you hoping you can last long enough to where I become bored and want to do something like fuck you?"

I walked around back of her, stood between her outspread legs and put my big toe up her cunt. I rubbed a couple of times and she started moving, writhing as best she could in the bondage. "What a little slut you are. You'd fuck anyone right now, little miss high-and-mighty. Just what would all those in that workshop think now if they could see you like this? I could take pictures and post on the Internet."

"But I think that right now, I want a drink." Abruptly I stepped over her, padded across the dungeon and left, being sure to bang the door shut behind me. I went upstairs and got some water and came back down. I held off coming back in the dungeon for just a bit.

After a time in a fixed position, the pain can become ordinary, accepted. I pushed her, pulled her, flexed her a few times to induce some pain in new places and she gave out a few low yelps. The tone was a little more urgent now, not quite so in control. But I got impatient. I cranked up the tension in her arms a bit, pulling just a couple more inches out of the rope, upping the strain on her back and neck now. The neck weight was off the floor now no matter what she did.

Again I sat in front of her. "Getting tired?" She had to nod. I pushed my crotch up close to her to where she could just about reach the end of dick with her mouth. "Suck my cock a few times and I'll let the pressure off." So what should she do to please me? Suck or take the pain? Would it be pride in taking punishment or willingness to suck me in such a degrading situation for a little comfort. Initially she did nothing.

I quickly got up. "Have it your way." I increased the pressure a bit more and sat back down. "What will it be - suck or pain? Sucking sounds easier, of course, you'd have to admit you are in pain, and you don't want to do that do you? But eventually, it will be this or use your safe word. And that will be so humiliating for you, that I did this to you with so little work on my part."

She just sat there, not even really eyeing my cock. Well, she's been doing this for a while, she would have some endurance, would like that time of panic and pressure when you aren't really sure how much longer you can go.

I reached out with my hand and took her hair. Began to stroke it, rub her ears. She'd be fun when broken, when her will had gone and she gave everything to me without resistance. But I liked them to have resistance first. Liked it to be a surrender.

And I like them to be in pain. I got up and pulled the rope tighter. She began to tremble just a bit. I let it out. She breathed heavily. I pulled it tighter again and she began to give out with little cries and shake. This was a cruel position, and one that the pain in her back, shoulders and arms would really begin to add up.

I came back around. "One last chance, suck my dick for some release, or will be steady torture and pain now, and by the way, before you answer. Once we start the final time, you'll be in it for some predetermined time even if you use your safe word right away. There is a minimum time for this final time of pain. So is it suck or pain, say the word you choose."

She said something but it was pretty faint. I made her repeat it and I understood her, but I made her said it a third time just for the humiliation. Pain, she chose pain. Well, the night was young, and she still had some will and pride left. So much the better for later. I went over to the side bench and came back with a old windup timer alarm. I showed it to her and said I would set this for the minimum time for her session. I made a show of winding it up and put it on the floor behind her where she could hear it tick but not see it.

I started pulling up the ropes until she actually cried out loudly. I let them back but then pulled them up again, working her back and forth, making her cry in pain over and over again. She didn't want to surrender, not when there might be a lot of time on the timer. She wanted to keep going, outlast the timer. She wouldn't.

I yanked her ropes, let her down. Tightened things and then let her stew. Made her cry out again, made her cry. But she hadn't begged yet. That was the barrier she was still holding back on.

The timer went ticking on. And then, it was faint, I didn't hear her. I told her to repeat it. "Red," she said. Red. Before it is said, it seems an infinite future is opening up of pain that could go on for a second or forever. After the word is said, you know you are in a different world.

I went in front of her. "Timer is still ticking."

"Red," she said and I could her the pleading. I got instantly hard.

"Timer is still ticking."

"Red." A pause, "Please, red." A pause. "I give up, I can't take this. Please, I used my word, let me go."

But, of course, I'd told her the rules and she'd agreed. This is the line, that fine line, between consent and rape, between games and torture. She wanted to be there, loved it, craved it because nowhere else in her life could she reach this point. Her personality wouldn't let her panic in real life. So she craved it.

"The timer is still ticking."

She wanted to say fuck the timer, fuck you. But she didn't. "Please, red. I give up. You can do anything to me, I give up. Please."

"I am doing anything to you, anything I want."

"I know," she said with a sob, knowing she had no recourse.

I walked around to the bench and pushed a small button. The timer went off. Love those miniature electronics. The thing would have ticked forever if I hadn't.

I let her down, took her bondage off and let her rest her sweaty body on my lap.

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