I had been waiting for months for an opportunity to try my new contraption out.
Let me back up a little. I am what you would consider a bondage addict. I have always thought of it as being taboo thoughts so I am about as much a closet bondage addict as one can get.
For years I would buy adult magazines and have to go to really sleaze places to find what I wanted, then I was so embarrassed having them I would hid them in cracks and crevices I'd find around my living quarters so no one would ever know. My mom and dad never knew, my roommates in college never knew then later in life my wife never knew.
I had gotten so use to thinking it was so taboo and dirty that once I started dating my wife I could never figure out how to bring it to the surface to let her know my interest and share that part of me with her. There were many times I tried bring it up in conversation but she would instantly show her distaste in such behavior and over the years I just buried that part of me into the deepest, darkest place I could hide it in our lives.
So I had two lives going. The one I call normal, which is father to my kids, loving husband to my wife, and a very vanilla sex life. And then the other, a fantasy life of a self indulged bondage whore I had become.
The bondage whore would stay up late at night, sometimes to dawn, surfing the internet for bondage pictures and erotic bondage stories just to get his rocks off. He would go out of his way to find discussing, sleazy, adult sex-shops that would sell or rent bondage movies to fuel his addiction, then stroking his rod raw to the wee hours of morning while everyone was asleep until he could not climax anymore.
The fascination started innocent enough with light playful bondage scenes, and then continued to get more intense. It all started when I was a youth about 13 years of age. I always seemed to have a sexual drive that just seemed to consume my attention. I did not realize what the attraction was or interest but I would have vivid fantasies of sexual encounters with girls where they seemed to always control the situation.
As a young adult of about 18 I discovered magazines starting with the typical Playboy then moving to more hardcore behind the counter magazines. One day I found a small news stand that sold erotic material where some of the magazines had themes. I found them even more entertaining than the well known magazines, but at a cost - three times the price. I started with the playful guy and girl wrestle scenes, then as I grew older the interest changed to female dominating female action, and then one day I found female dominating male magazine and I about creamed my jeans. When I found that FemDom action, it gripped me by the balls and took over my sexual core. That was the day that began my spiral into becoming a bondage whore as I call it.
Over the years, I have found continuing ways to feed this obsession in my secrete life without letting it out of the closet and keeping, at least what I feel, a balance between what fuels me sexually with what my wife wants from me sexually while remaining committed to her without seeking a mistress or other play relationships outside of the marriage.
Over the years I have found creative ways to continually push my envelop a little further and further. One of these is I place myself into my own bondage situations, but it is more than just simple self bondage. My mind fills in all the missing pieces and I play out the bondage scenes in real life with self bondage to my own sexual satisfaction, privately, with myself, and sometimes with a few close calls at getting caught.
Moving back to present day and into the story.
I had been waiting for months to for an opportunity to try my new contraption out.
A weekend had finally come where the kids, who have been pestering Grandma, most of the summer, finally got a chance to spend the weekend with her. I got ready to drive the kids over to grandma's house which is about 35 miles away when my wife said that she could take them and visit her mom for a while and that would free me up to finish a few things around the house that I had wanted to do before winter rolls in.
When I heard this, the darker side's gears began to whirl in my head and I could hear that closet door where everything hides begin to creak open. I immediately started to in-vision a possible plan of trying out a bondage idea that I had been toying with in my head for a long while but could never try since I would need time to build the contraption and be alone for a while. A few times I thought about building the device and trying it out one night but I was afraid it might be to loud and wakeup someone in the house.
I quickly agreed with my wife that it sounded like a good plan and sent them all on their way.
I had seen a few movies in the past where a Mistress would whip a slave's cock and balls and found it exciting only to be disappointed in a few realizations. One was the scene would never lasted very long before it move onto something else I considered less entertaining. Another was that the slaves never seems to get hard or aroused, which I assumed would be arousing. And last, in all the movies I have ever watched a slave is never forced to cum without wanting too.
I would always end up in the end being disappointed that the slave never get his cock and balls whipped by a mistress until she whips the cum right out of him. Now for me, in my crazy bondage whore's mind that would be exciting, entertaining, and humiliating as I think it such a scene should be.
Every now and then these thoughts keep pressing at me from the dark regions of my mind, during business dealings at work, during everyday life, and even sometimes while making out with the wife.
Over time, a whipping machine idea developed as a means of how I might be able to play out my own scene privately during one of my solo play sessions. Over the time I have constructed in my mind how the device should be built with some of the stuff laying around the garage and house.
So when the opportunity came, all the thoughts rushed back into my head and I rushed out into the garage to begin my work. I found the old weight bench and its the posts to hold the weight bar up over your head. Then I found a few scraps of 2x4's and screwed them together to make a "T", then found the duct tape, a metal rod, the variable speed drill, and a couple of "C" clamps and hauled it all into the house and down to the basement.
It took less than half an hour to build the basics of the whipping machine contraption. I mounted the drill on its side on top the of "T" frame of 2x4's and secured it from going any where with duck tape. Then I mounted a whip I had secretly picked up from an adult book / sexual novelty store to the steel rod with more duct tape. I bent the rod at the other end and secured it in the jaws of the drill. I turned the drill on the whip made a circular path in about a 6' foot diameter with the whip swishing through the air. I was shaking with excitement when I realized that this might just work.
I turned the drill off and mounted the entire contraption of drill and 2x4's to the side of the weight bench with the "T" frame against one of the posts for the bar bell. I moved it around until I thought the whip would impact the bench right about where I would have to lay. I secured the entire thing with clamps and powered the drill on again and the crack of the whip on the bench startled me and excited me at the same time.
Last I had to rig up a string in such a way that when I pulled on the string it would pull the trigger in on the drill and make it rotate. The farther I pulled the string the more it pulled the trigger of the drill and the faster the drill would go. If I let the string out the drill would slow down. This I figured would allow me to speed up and slow down the drill to whatever speed I wanted. Every thing seamed to work as expected so I weaved the string through the frame and made sure it was accessible under the weight bench. I figured once I am laying on the bench on my back the only place there will be for my hands is under the bench.
I was shaking with so much excitement I felt like a hairless Chihuahua on a cold morning floor.
Everything was now in place in the basement and ready to go. The basement only added to the atmosphere of domination. It has unfinished and unpainted concrete walls and floor. It's only source of light is a few bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling with a pull chain to turn them on. The basement has a damp feel all the time and is always on the cool side. Who knows maybe that is the reason for shivers instead of the excitement, or it is both.
As the realization sinks in that the machine looks like it could work I am now begin to get a bit nervous about using it.
How should I lay on it? What should my fantasy be? Are the doors locked... are the doors locked? I better go check them.
I run up stairs and check to make sure the attached garage door is down, check. Then I quickly check the front and back doors to the house, check, and check both are locked.
Feeling a bit safer and more secure I quickly head up stairs and dig around in my dresser drawer for a boot string I have hidden in there. The kind of lace you find on hiking boots that is round not flat and approximately four feet long. I grab the boot lace and slid the drawer closed.
Think, think, think, anything else I need. Panning the room I see a bath towel and think I might want that to clean up, as I reach for the towel I spot the video camera case on the chest of drawers.
My mind wanders again for a few minutes thinking wouldn't it be hot if this works to have my own video tape of such an event. Then I would not have to continue to waste my money on disappointing porn when I could watch a video of exactly what I was complaining there is a lack of in my adult entertainment collection. But what are the risks if I did video tape it? Someone could possible find the tape and that would be really embarrassing. The wife finds the tape that could be fatal. But what if I am really careful and make sure that before I am all done today I hid the tape where no one will ever find it? That might work. But I better make damn sure I remove the tape from the camera or my ass is history in this house.
So I grab the video camera and tripod and a new blank tape. I remove the tape in the camera and place it on the floor where the bag is so I will remember to put it back in the camera when I am done.
After making one more stop for another bondage item I had purchased a while back and hid in a very secure place I head back to the basement and the waiting whipping machine.
It didn't take too long to get all my stuff collected and back to the basement.
I set up the camera and tripod. Not taking any chances that the battery is not fully charged, I mount the power pack on the camera and plug it into the extension cord I am using for the drill as well.
Fumbling with excitement I finally get that dame shrink wrap cellophane off the video tape case and get the video tape into the camera. Not knowing how long this is going to take maybe a few seconds as excited as I am now to an hour or so I set the camera up to use the extended time over quality.
Quickly aiming the camera at the bench and figuring out where I will be and where the whip will be hitting me I do a little zoom and focus and place the camera unit on stand-by. Grabbing the remote out of the camera case I place it on the bench as a reminder not to forget to switch the camera to record before any action happens.
Looking around, everything looks to be in place. Oh, except I need some rope to make this seem a bit more real for me.
I quickly run back out to the garage and grab some heavy cotton rope we use for the boat and return.
Now I am set. Still nervous and shaking feverishly I began to peel off my cloths. I fold them and lay them neatly out of the way so they are not on the cameras viewing area. I have no idea why I folded them and all that, its not like anyone is here other than me. I guess I thought it might make the video look a bit more real when looking at it again sometime if the clothes were not in the picture.
Only thing left on me were my Jockey bikini briefs that I was wearing. Taking one deep and final breath I peel them off as well and place them on the pile of cloths.
Nothing more foolish feeling than standing totally naked in a chilly basement with a very cold and harsh looking contraption sitting in front of you and a video camera behind you and your cock and balls hanging out. As I stood there the anxiety was building from all the sneaking around and secretly trying to fulfill a taboo fantasy. The coolness of the basement was also making my ball sack tighten.
Giving myself a little mental push, I pick up the rope from the garage, the boot lace from the bedroom and the leather wrist cuffs that I had hidden for years and never used and walked over to the bench.
Sliding the remote down the bench toward the bar bell support posts I lift a leg and strattle the bench sitting backwards to how I normally would sit so I am facing the bar bell up-right posts.
I then slid forward, as close as I could get to the up-right post. As I do this it forces my legs out wide with my knees bent and feet on the floor. I did not expect of get a sensation from this. I did not think about how my legs would be forced out as I got into position but it was a nice added bonus. So I played it to the max. I force myself to scoot as far forward as I could pulling with my arms on the post as I slid think if a real mistress was here she would be pushing me, forcing me into an uncomfortable spread position.
I could feel my tendons in my groin really pulling as if I was doing gymnastic splits. Figuring this was all I was going to get out of myself I hugged the posts with my arms and elbows, and grabbed the rope from the boat and quickly secure my legs in their wide open bent position to the sides of frame work of the bench. With the amount of rope I had and the years of sailing it didn't take long to bind my legs so that they were completely immobile.
With my legs secured I let go of the post and realized that I could not remain sitting. With my legs so wide spread it did nothing to help support my back and I could not seat up right without hanging onto the posts. After realizing this I relaxed and allowed my body to roll back to a laying position on the seat and took a minute to catch my breath. Then struggling I fought my way forward again until I could grab one of the post and pulled myself upright into a sitting position again.
Then grabbing the whip on the steel rod I ran it through its arc once to make sure it was going to hit me right wear it counts and it did. I started to swish it back and forth a few more times to get the sensation and the feeling quickly shot to my balls and my cock started to grow. I couldn't contain myself any longer and with a free hand I stroke my cock a few times to make it felt really good.
Once I was good and erect I grabbed the boot lace and took the two ends and placed them together to make a big loop and placed the loop under and behind my balls. Then I took the two ends and wound them in counter directions around my engorged cock and balls until it made a tight band of lace circling around my package making a cock & ball ring out of the lace. This would allow the blood to flow in easier than it could flow out keeping me erect longer. I figured I might need this help while finishing the set up plus if the whip didn't feel as simulating as I thought it might help maintain an erection longer for the video.
Feeling a sexual high at this point I let go of the post and fell back on the bench and got comfortable. Again I took in some deep breaths and paused for a few minutes to steady my nerves. Trying to look forward I found with out pulling myself up the best I could do is craning my head forward with my chin to my chest. While doing this I double check the drill and set up and found that it was tough to keep my head like this for long and after a few seconds my head dropped back.
While resting I turned my head to my right and saw my clothes neatly stacked on the floor by the tripod and video camera. Looking to my left I saw the cold concrete wall reminding me that I was in my basement dungeon now. Looking up there was a single bare bulb glaring down at me adding to the dungeon feel of it all. Trying to look down under the bench there was the string to the drill control on the floor going under the bench and my cuffs and the towel I brought down earlier.
I reached out for the towel and rolled it up into a tight roll and placed behind my head so now I only had to lift my head half way to see where the place where all the action will take place.
I reached for the leather cuffs and put them on making sure they wear buckled on my wrist so I could get to the locking clip between them to unlock them when needed. Then again with a struggle I pulled my self upright and reached for the remote that was still between my legs and took aim at the video camera and soon after the click on the remote there was a little "beep" at the camera and the record light came on.
Falling back one more time from the upright position I put my hands under the bench feeling around until I finally found the string to the drill.
Buy now my cock had softened and was hanging downward between my legs not totally shriveled up but puffy, limp, and relaxed. I tried to crane my neck to see what was going to happen next as I began to pull lightly on the string.
I heard the drill begin a light whining sound but there was no movement. So I continued to pull a little harder on the string which in turn pulled the trigger on the drill in more and the drill's whining sound got louder and louder as I pull even more on the string. Then the steel rod began to flex and bow with the weight of and whip and raise the whip into the air as the drill hummed. The whip made an arc on the back side of the bench, out and away from me and the bench, as it rose into the air. Then eventually the whip swung over the top and with gravity now in its favor it came quickly down with loud "whap" right on my pubic bone and the top side of my cock where it meets it.
Even though I was watching the whips movement with my head craned so my chin was pressed against my chest I was still shocked and startled when the whip actually contacted my flesh for the first time.
"Yes!" It works.
With the trial run completed, I checked to make sure the camera was still recording and that everything was cleared off the bench.
Resting my head back on the towel, my neck was getting sore trying to hold my head in that position, I put both arms under the bench. I fumbled around with my left hand while my right hand was still holding on to the string and used my left hand to guide the locking clasp of the wrist cuff to the "D" ring of the other wrist cuff. "CLICK" The clasp was locked in place.
Now the reality of the situation was starting to sink in. With the clasp locked I was unable to remove my arms from under the bench without some effort of having to find the clasp again with my fingers and manipulating it without looking to unhook the clasp from the "D" ring again.
I knew I was not really a prisoner to my machine since I had a way out but I wanted it to feel as realistic as it could be and still be safe.
With that, I tried to relax and let my fantasy run in my head in parallel with the reality of the working machine. I began again to slowly pull on the string, craning my neck once again not to miss any of the action I patiently watched the steel rod begin to flex and bow with the weight of and whip on its end rise the whip in the air like on some huge spring. The whip once again began its journey up the back side of the machine moving in an arc and then over the top it went and knowing now that gravity has now taken control and there was no way to stop its decent the whip came swishing down for the second time with another "whack," again right in the same spot. Even knowing what to expect this time my body jumped as I felt for the second time the shock of the whip's blow and the slight sting right afterwards at the base of my cock.